The morning sun poured through the grand estate’s windows, casting a golden glow over the breakfast hall. Despite the warmth, the atmosphere was ice cold.
Lilian Best sat at the head of the table, elegantly sipping her tea, while across from her, Andrew skimmed through his phone, his expression unreadable. The night before had been… tense, to say the least.
Amelia had left the gala early. He hadn’t even noticed at first—too caught up in his mother’s web, in Sophia’s sudden reappearance. But when he finally realized Amelia was gone, something inside him had twisted in a way he didn’t quite understand.
And now, as he sat there, Lilian was already laying the groundwork for her next move.
"Sophia looked lovely last night, didn’t she?" Lilian said casually, setting her teacup down with a quiet clin……
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