The number looked vaguely familiar, but with so much on her mind, she couldn't place it.
When she answered, the voice of an elderly gentleman came through the line.
"Young Madam, the Master and Madam are expecting you for dinner at the old estate. We would be grateful if you could make the trip back."
She had expected this. "Alright," she replied.
The Blakes were an old-money dynasty, and their family estate was a sprawling manor located in an exclusive, high-value district. Though the heads of the Blake family rarely resided there, it was meticulously maintained by a large staff.
Even though she was on the verge of divorcing Sebastian, the Blake elders were still people who commanded respect. She arrived with proper etiquette, bringing a small gift.
Old Mr. Blake was quite advanced in age, around his seventies, though his health seemed frailer than most, likely a consequence of a lifetime spent building his empire. Old Mrs. Blake, in contrast, appeared much younger.
When Lillian arrived, the old woman was arranging flowers. Her eyes softened when she saw the custom floral arrangement Lillian had brought.
She beckoned to her. "Lillian, come here."
Lillian walked over.
"Madam."
The old woman put down her shears, a look of surprise on her face. "Though I am not Sebastian's biological mother, according to custom, you should still call me 'Mom.'"
"Sebastian and I are preparing to divorce," Lillian explained calmly. "He may have already signed the papers. We won't be husband and wife for much longer. It's best to sort out these relations sooner rather than later."
At these words, the old woman was taken aback. "What? But Sebastian told us you two were planning for a second child. What's this? Have you had a fight?"


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