Chapter 231

Had Frederick just referred to Caroline as the heiress of the Whittaker family? I glanced at Caroline in surprise, and as I recalled her previous nitpicking behavior, everything instantly made sense. It was a behavior polished by years of opulence and affluence. With that, I stepped forward, gently took hold of her hand that was gripping the doorknob, gave it two reassuring pats, and quickly entered the room ahead of her. In an instant, everyone in the room glanced toward us. I mustered a faint smile, cast a fleeting look at the ruddy-faced man on the hospital bed, and said, "You must be the renowned Mr. Frederick Smith. I'm Nancy Fisher, a friend of Caroline's." Frederick's head was wrapped in bandages, giving him a somewhat pitiful appearance at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, it was obvious that the bandages weren't even covering any wounds. He hadn't even bothered to put up a convincing act. When he heard my greeting, Frederick sprang up from the hospital bed