Meanwhile, Anna was utterly speechless about what had just unfolded at her parents' house. The way Daniel had so shamelessly tried to portray their marriage as harmonious in front of her parents made her blood boil.
Throughout the drive home, she stayed silent. Not a word escaped her lips, not even a glance in his direction. Deep down she knew—keeping her parents in the dark was the safer option for now. But that didn't mean she wasn't seething inside.
By the time the car pulled into the Clafford mansion, Anna didn't waste another second. The moment the driver opened the door, she stepped out briskly and walked away without sparing Daniel a single look.
Daniel didn't stop her. He didn't call out or ask why she was upset when, in his mind, all he had done was protect her—keeping Hugo and Rosiline under the illusion that everything was fine between them.
Instead, he headed back to his own room, his expression unreadable, though his mind was far from quiet.
