Chapter 205: Beatrice Watches Closely

Beatrice Whitmore preferred observation to intervention.

It was how she had survived decades of power shifts, boardroom wars, and private grief without losing her place at the center of Aurelia’s quiet machinery. Action drew attention. Attention invited resistance. Watching allowed for timing.

From the terrace of Celestine Heights, she watched Lillian Bloom move through the garden below.

Lillian walked slowly, hands brushing leaves as if seeking permission. She paused near the rare night jasmine, the one Beatrice had planted years ago and never allowed cuttings from. The flower’s scent carried faintly upward. Lillian inhaled and stopped.

Beatrice felt it then. The subtle shift. Not panic. Not confusion. Recognition without language.

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