By the time they returned to the Winters family’s villa, it was already around eight or nine in the evening.
Victoria Hayes, Benjamin Winters, and Rosie Winters had finished dinner. When she saw the two walk in, Victoria asked Lillian, “Sweetheart, have you eaten yet?”
Lillian shook her head.
“Ethan, there’s food in the fridge. Heat it up and eat.” Victoria’s tone carried her usual authority.
Ethan Blake didn’t argue—his stomach was already growling anyway—so he went straight to the kitchen to warm up the leftovers.
From the sofa, Victoria glanced toward the kitchen, then turned to her daughter. “So, why did you two come home together?”
“I asked him to pick me up from the company,” Lillian replied. She had no intention of mentioning the party earlier that day. Her mother would only w
