"I'll go and prepare the medicine for my son-in-law right away," Madame Claire said, her voice a soothing balm in the tense air of the Rue de Seine apartment.
Elodie, who had just sat down at the heavy oak dining table, was dumbfounded. She had spent the last hour mentally preparing to play the role of the doting sister-in-law, hoping to buy her way back into Julian’s good graces with a bowl of tonic. Now, the head butler had snatched the job right out of her hands.
Arthur de Molay, holding his porcelain bowl of coq au vin, laughed heartily. Without waiting for Julian’s reply, he made the executive decision: "Madame Claire is as caring as ever. Very well, I’ll trouble you to look after Julian’s recovery."
"Master, you’re too kind," Claire replied with a humble tilt of her head. "Mr. Van
