Maya returns to the manor, bracing herself for another painful encounter with her sons.
But what she doesn’t expect—
Is to find them diligently attending class.
Maya lingers outside the study where they are, pressing her ear to the door.
The children’s voices are faint—too faint.
She inhales, schooling her expression before stepping inside.
The triplets sit at a long wooden table, their hands folded neatly atop their desks.
Three tutors stand at the front of the room, their presence suffocating in its rigid formality.
Maya barely suppresses a scowl.
She doesn’t trust them.
But she needs proof before she can get rid of them.
Jackson won't listen if she doesn't have it and she knows mentioning her visit to his grandmother would just lead to more tension.
She steps
