Triumph surged through my veins as I ended the call with the police officer. This was exactly the opportunity I needed to secure my position with the Beaumont family. I, Fiona Dubois, would be the heroine who helped save Clara Beaumont's life. The image of Dominic Beaumont's gratitude made me smile as I reapplied my lipstick in the mirror.
"Caleb will be here in twenty minutes," I murmured to myself, smoothing down my designer dress. "Perfect timing."
My phone rang again, and I glanced at the screen. An unknown number. Probably someone from the police station with additional details.
"Hello, this is Fiona Dubois," I answered confidently.
"Hello, niece."
The voice sent ice through my veins. Uncle Gideon. I hadn't heard from him in years.
"Uncle Gideon," I managed, my voice suddenly thin. "What a... surprise."
His low chuckle made my skin crawl. "Not pleased to hear from me, I see. Don't worry, I won't take much of your time."
