Mrs. Grayson didn’t object.
After a moment of silence, she nodded, her tone complex. “...Alright.”
Her reaction was odd, something about it felt off. Liliana glanced at her, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, but said nothing.
Her mind was a tangled mess right now, and she didn't have the energy to overthink it. Her thoughts were consumed by one thing: what Isabella’s words truly meant.
Naturally, Mrs. Hart intended to accompany Liliana.
She smiled and said politely, “Mrs. Grayson, it’s been too long since I’ve visited your home.”
Mrs. Grayson’s expression remained distant. “Then you should both come.”
She paused, her cold gaze falling on the young man standing nearby. An unmistakable flash of disgust crossed her features.
“You don’t need to come,” she said, her voice laced with a coldness that bordered on revulsion. *You make me sick*, she thought, but managed, through years of ingrained self-control, to bite back the words in front of others.
Liam seemed accustomed to Mrs. Grayson’s hostile attitude. Without a word of protest, he casually looked away and let out a low chuckle.
“Alright, Liliana. I’m heading out.”
Liliana couldn’t help but look at him, her lips parting as if to speak, but she stopped herself.
...It was better not to interfere. This was a family matter.
She watched him, noticing the flicker of hurt and loneliness he tried so desperately to hide, and felt an unexpected pang of sympathy and sadness for him.
Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones making her more empathetic.
Without thinking too much, she said softly, “Drive safe.”
As the words left her lips, she felt a little dazed. She decided she would talk to him later, after she returned from the Grayson estate. There would be plenty of time.


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