Draven.
I waited for a beat before revealing, "Wanda has been feeding information to her father—information about my affairs. She betrayed this house."
Instantly, silence fell heavy in the room. Wanda's breath hitched, but she didn't dare speak.
Dennis and Jeffery's eyes widened, a flash of shock they couldn't fully hide. But beyond that brief lapse, they betrayed nothing more—no outrage, no pity. They only listened.
"Tomorrow morning," I continued, my tone flat, final, "she will be leaving for Stormveil. For good."
The weight of my words settled in the air like a blade driven into the earth.
I caught the briefest glance exchanged between Dennis and Jeffery, the barest flicker of surprise again—but, as expected of them, they schooled their features into calm professionalism almost instantly.
I let the silence stretch, heavy as stone. Wanda stood rigid, eyes wet, hope clinging to her like a dying ember. I didn't indulge her. Instead, my voice cut through the stillness.
