"Divorce? What's going on?" Melissa entered with the maid, and the dim study suddenly became filled with activity.
Claude turned his head away, offering no response, while Lillian was at a loss for words.
Melissa gently patted Lillian’s shoulder, her voice soft as she tried to comfort her. "Good girl, I know it’s not your fault. Why don’t you go rest in the dining room? I had Robert prepare some hot cocoa for you."
Lillian nodded quietly, her mind still swirling with thoughts. Before leaving the study, she glanced back. In front of his grandmother, Claude looked like a child—stubborn and helpless. But to everyone else, he was a tyrant.
Lillian made her way to the dining room, where the faint scent of cocoa greeted her. However, there was no sign of Robert—he was likely still on his way
