The next day, Viviane went home with Cyril.
Valerie sat gracefully on the sofa, a book resting lightly in her lap. Hearing footsteps, she looked up, her face lighting with a warm smile. "Viviane, you're here! Come, sit with me."
Viviane forced a faint smile, her voice soft. "Good morning, Valerie."
Valerie gently took her hand and guided her to the sofa, studying her face with concern. "You look pale, my dear. Have you been overworking yourself again?"
Viviane shook her head lightly. "No, it's nothing serious. Just a little cold from the change in weather."
The fact was, there was no work to overdo. Ever since marrying into the Cartmell family, she hadn't been allowed to work, socialize freely, or make independent choices. Every action she took represented the Cartmell name, leaving no room for……
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