In the living room, with Daisy Ginger's departure, silence fell over the place.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows allowed sunlight to flood the entire space, making every subtle emotion on everyone's face distinctly visible.
Edward Stephens stood at the door, looking at Charlotte Smith not far away, his voice now cold and devoid of any emotion.
"What exactly do you want to do?" he said, almost with a tone of disgust, impatience laden with gloom.
Charlotte looked at him, her gaze filled with sadness and hesitation. Finally, as if unable to bear the weight of his stare, she slowly lowered her head.
"Young Master, you are still too naive," she said softly. "This naivety, now, will harm you and those you love."
"Everything I'm doing now is for your own good. You're not yet fully-fledged, so what makes you think you can break free from the Stephens family?"
She stepped forward, standing in front of Edward Stephens, and looked up at him.
