Jane made her way to the dining room where Christopher, Sophia, and Racheal were already seated. As she approached, all eyes turned to her, though Christopher’s gaze was the sharpest.
His brows immediately knit together when he realized Olivia wasn’t with her.
That same heavy feeling crept into his chest again—annoyance filled with something more uncomfortable. The last time he raised his voice at her, she’d avoided him at the dining table too. And now, again?
"Master," Jane began with her usual composure. "Miss Olivia won’t be joining for breakfast. She says she isn’t feeling well."
Christopher's jaw tightened slightly, his expression stoic for a moment. His fingers drummed against the edge of the table before he leaned back in his chair, clearly displeased.
"She’s sick?" he asked, v
