Noah now stood in front of his mother's chamber.
Honestly, he wished he had simply waited and spoken with everyone together during lunch.
He took a slow breath before raising his hand.
Knock.
Knock.
For several moments, there was no response from inside.
Then, a calm voice finally reached his ears.
"Come in."
Hearing her permission, Noah slowly pushed the door open.
The spacious chamber came into view.
It was the master bedroom shared by his parents.
The room was elegantly furnished, with polished wooden furniture, luxurious carpets, and tall windows that allowed warm sunlight to pour inside.
Beyond them lay a wide balcony overlooking the vast gardens of the manor.
A woman sat quietly on a chair placed near the balcony.
Her back faced Noah.
Her long wheat-blond hair flowed freely down her back, shimmering beneath the afternoon light.
Nathan had inherited that beautiful hair color from their mother.
Noah quietly walked toward her.
