Meanwhile, back at the Clafford Mansion, Anna sat at the long dining table quietly nibbling on her breakfast. Her spoon kept pausing mid-air as Shawn's words replayed in her mind on an endless loop.
Why would Dad go to meet Daniel?
Her head tilted slightly as she pondered, brows knitting together.
Usually, breakfast was the highlight of her morning. Today, though, she chewed slowly—so slowly that the servants standing at a respectful distance exchanged confused glances.
"Did Madam not like today's breakfast? Why is she eating… so thoughtfully?" one maid whispered, leaning closer to another.
They'd only ever seen Anna eat with a kind of childlike joy, the sort that made the staff wonder if they should start doubling every recipe. So seeing her eat like someone contemplating the meaning of life… was unusual enough to alarm them.
"AHEM-HM."
Mariam cleared her throat loudly, instantly straightening the maids like scared kittens. Then she stepped forward.
