The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 570

The young woman's features bore an uncanny resemblance to Winona's, but what truly left her breathless was the girl's aura. Her serene, gentle poise was an exact mirror of Daphne's late mother.

Losing her eldest daughter was a bleeding wound that had never healed. She had spent two decades imagining what her little girl would look like as a grown woman. Would she look exactly like the stunning stranger standing before her?

A violent cocktail of grief, shock, and desperate hope crashed through her, threatening to obliterate the elegant composure she had spent years perfecting.

Victor felt his wife's fingers dig painfully into his arm. He turned to her with immediate concern. "Daphne, what is it?"

Daphne looked at him, her eyes wide and frantic, her voice trembling. "Our daughter... our daughter..."

"Are you looking for Winona? She's—"

"No, no!" Daphne cut him off, shaking her head wildly. She tried to say her lost child's name, but the sheer agony of the thought lodged in her throat like crushed glass. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Is Mrs. Spencer feeling unwell?" a concerned guest asked.

Victor smoothly ran interference with a polite smile. "She's just exhausted from planning the gala this week."

"You should take her to sit down, Mr. Spencer."

Victor nodded graciously.

The guest moved along into the ballroom.

Daphne gripped Victor's hand like a lifeline and forced out a choked whisper, "Evie..." With a trembling finger, she pointed at Riley, who was slowly making her way over.

Victor followed her gaze, and a flash of undeniable shock hit him. However, as a seasoned titan of industry, his poker face was impenetrable. The surprise vanished in a fraction of a second.

He patted his wife's hand, his voice a soothing rumble. "Stay calm. Let me speak with her."

Riley felt a strange flutter of confusion. Why was Mrs. Spencer staring at her like she had seen a ghost?