I turned to face the Dowager. She watched me closely, her eyes measuring my reaction.
“Would you like to return to the company?” she asked.
I exhaled slowly, shoving my hands into my pockets. “Is that what you want?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she observed me in silence, as if trying to read my thoughts.
But my mind was already made up.
“I’m no longer interested in the company,” I said, my voice firm. “Vinie should be given the actual respect he deserves. He belongs to the family. Let him handle it.”
A flicker of something passed through the Dowager’s eyes, but she said nothing. I didn’t wait for a response.
I turned and walked away.
Just as I stepped out of the estate, I saw Elizabeth.
She stood near one of the garden paths, dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit. Th
