Downstairs, Ethan sat alone at the dinner table.
Not long after, Sophie came down to join him. She always cared deeply about her eldest son, but as usual, Ethan treated her with that same lukewarm attitude. Tonight wasn't any different - after trying to talk to him and getting nowhere, she went back to her room, clearly a bit deflated.
"Sir, would you like another bowl of soup?"
"No, I'm good."
Ethan set down his spoon and wiped his mouth slowly. Lifting his head, his cool gaze drifted upstairs, locking on somewhere near the master bedroom.
Up there, Celeste stiffened and instinctively pulled back behind the doorway, hiding herself completely.
It always felt like Ethan knew absolutely everything. No matter what came up, he stayed calm and unreadable, watching the people
