[Bennett Mansion]
After Anna's unexpected visit yesterday, Rosiline had been left restless.
Her daughter's question about Kathrine still echoed in her ears, clawing at her nerves.
Anna's sudden suspicion had caught her off guard, and though she had managed to deflect, deep inside Rosiline feared that Anna had been unconvinced.
The clinking of cutlery snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Why aren't you eating, Rosiline?" Hugo's calm voice came from across the table, his sharp eyes settling on her untouched plate.
Rosiline's hand trembled as she set the spoon down. Her lips parted, wavering with hesitation. "Hugo… there's something I didn't tell you."
His expression barely shifted, but the faint tightening of his jaw betrayed the unease her tone stirred.
"What is it?"
Rosiline swallowed, then leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Anna came to see me yesterday. She… she asked me about Kathrine."
The spoon in Hugo's hand stilled midair.
