Straightening, Trisha extended a hand. "You must be Ethan Carter. I'm Trisha Wells, Lily's mother."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering over her with quiet curiosity. She was older than him, yet carried herself with the poise of a woman who had seen the world and conquered it. Everything from her well-maintained appearance to the sharp glint in her eyes screamed power and experience.
She was a beauty.
Still, Ethan kept his expression neutral, offering a polite smile as he shook her hand. "Ah, Mrs. Wells. I've heard a lot about you."
His voice was smooth, measured—just enough charm without overplaying it.
Ethan Carter adjusted his posture, flashing a polite yet cautious smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you." His tone was refined, his demeanor composed.
Trisha Wells studied him with a scrutinizing gaze, nodding slightly in approval at his etiquette. "I came to speak with you about Lily's imprisonment." Her voice was steady, but there was a sharp edge beneath it.
