The morning after the confrontation, Amelia wasn’t sure what to expect. She had barely slept, her mind replaying every word Lilian had said and every moment of Andrew’s hesitation. But when she stepped into the grand breakfast hall, she quickly realized that nothing had changed—at least, not for Lilian.
The older woman sat at the head of the long dining table, dressed impeccably in a cream-colored silk blouse and pearl earrings. Her expression was calm, composed, but the moment her sharp gaze landed on Amelia, the temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Andrew wasn’t there.
"Good morning," Amelia said, keeping her voice steady as she took a seat opposite Lilian.
Lilian took a delicate sip of her tea before speaking. "You’re up early. I thought after last night, you might recons
