Vanessa stepped out of the car with a determined mind, her tailored crimson dress billowing slightly in the breeze. Camille clung to her hand, clutching a stuffed rabbit in her other. The imposing gates of the Blake family mansion swung open as the staff scrambled to receive her. The marble floors gleamed under the sunlight, but Vanessa was too preoccupied to notice.
Storming into the grand sitting room, she found Mr. Blake seated by the fireplace, an open ledger in hand. Mrs. Blake sat across from him, absently stirring her tea, her delicate features unreadable.
“Vanessa,” Mr. Blake said, rising, a frown forming on his face. “What brings you here unannounced?”
Vanessa didn’t wait for pleasantries. “It’s Adrian. He’s gone back to her.”
The room fell silent, except for the faint tinklin
