Meanwhile, in The Lowell Family.
The lights gently illuminated the room, as the two people sat with tense expressions in the conference hall.
It was Old Mrs. Lowell and Madeline White.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were having a conversation.
It was not just simple small talk.
From the moment she was called over and saw her mother-in-law's serious face, Madeline White sensed something was amiss. She chose a seat diagonally opposite her, straightening her posture as much as possible, cautiously dealing with the situation.
"Do you know who Keane Lowell is seeing now?" Old Mrs. Lowell spoke slowly, her sharp, aged eyes carrying a faint sense of intimidation as she looked at her.
Madeline White replied calmly, "I know."
"Then you should also know that the person he is seeing is from the Prescott Family."
She hesitated for a moment.
Under that piercing gaze, Madeline White slowly nodded.
Didn't expect Claire being from the Prescott Family would be discovered so quickly.
