Inside, though—
Go on.
Say it.
Accuse me.
Tell me I crossed a line.
Her chest tightened slightly.
She didn't know why she was bracing herself so hard—but she was.
"Husband," Lily said carefully, her voice steady now, "the original female lead was supposed to be Molly. But Director David said she didn't fit the role. He opened auditions. I went."
She lifted her chin slightly.
"I got it with my own ability."
Say something.
Scold me.
Tell me I shouldn't have done it.
Jacob looked at her.
For a long moment.
His expression didn't change.
No anger. No disappointment. No reproach.
Just… calm.
"Well," he said finally, "then film it properly."
That was all.
He turned toward the study.
Lily froze.
That's it?
No judgment?
No warning?
No… defense of Molly?
Before she could react, Jacob paused at the doorway.
"Oh," he added, as if remembering something minor, "heavenly is preparing a female idol selection program. They're still missing a mentor."
