Chapter 52

• Seeing Beatrice so visibly anxious, I couldn't help but smile slightly. "Go ahead, speak your mind," I said, trying to ease the tension that had settled between us.
• I was leaving the city tonight. If we didn’t resolve this today, Beatrice would most certainly show up at the gates of my estate the next day, lingering outside, hoping for a meeting. That would only drag things out, and I had no patience for unnecessary drama.
• I was well aware of Evelyn’s disdain for Beatrice. It wasn’t just about her not being able to give birth to a son—Beatrice’s family had no real influence, her dowry was small, and she didn’t quite fit the polished image that Evelyn expected from those in our social circle.