Kisha crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze fixed on Melody, who continued her pitiful act. Melody even shrank behind Mr. Evans, trembling as if she feared Kisha might harm her.
Mr. Evans stiffened at the sensation of Melody clinging to him, torn between explaining himself to Kisha and protecting the girl he had raised for so long.
Instinct won out—years of treating Melody as his daughter made it difficult to let go. After a brief hesitation, he spread his arms protectively, shielding Melody from view.
A flicker of triumph flashed in Melody's eyes as she peeked at Kisha from behind him, but she quickly masked it with her pitiful façade.
Kisha arched an eyebrow at Melody and Mr. Evans, who stood protectively in front of her.
