ANMELDENWinston let out a grunt.Didn't expect civility out of her, after all this.Always going on about being "fierce," muttering about her temper like I don't already know what that's really code for.He grunted again. "Last time."Milo beamed.Grabbed Lily's hand and bolted for the door.Rosalind came down the stairs, smiling. "Look at that ever since Ms. Ashford arrived, Milo's been so much livelier."Winston's mouth turned down instantly. "Boys should be steady. What's the use of 'lively'? What's so great about running wild?"Rosalind said nothing, just smiled.Came around behind him.Began kneading gently at his temples. "He's still young, he doesn't understand things yet. At that age, all a child wants is to play. Let him have a couple more years of that."Winston didn't answer.Meanwhile.Lily brought Milo to the studio.Chloe immediately showered him with every snack she had on hand. "I'll come see you again tomorrow, Sister Chloe!"Chloe laughed. "You're only here for the snacks, a
An uneasy silence followed.Then Robin laughed and stood up.Prescott realized exactly how badly he'd misread the situation and all but wailed.Robin crossed the room.Scooped the baby up. "Ah someone needs a diaper change. Our little Pip's gone and soaked through."She lifted him by the ankles with practiced ease.Raised him up.Peeled off the old diaper and tossed it in the bin.Pulled out a fresh one.Tucked it beneath him, cupped his little bottom, and fastened the sides shut.Flawless.Prescott laughed, sheepish. "Here I thought I'd frightened him to tears.""Not even close," Robin said, smiling. "He's braver than that. He's just curious about strangers, that's all doesn't scare easily."Prescott nodded.Robin went to wash her hands, then came back to finish her breakfast.Prescott settled back into his seat.Snuck a few more glances at Pip.Pip balled his little fists, waved them at Prescott, and burst into giggles.Impossibly cute.Prescott sighed. "Everything really is cuter a
Knock knock knock.The door sounded again.Adrian said, low, "Come in."The door opened.Milo peeked in, cautious.Scampered to the bedside.Asked, worried, "Uncle, I heard Grandpa beat you again. Are you okay? Could you maybe just... behave yourself a little more?""See, whenever Grandpa gets mad, I just run back to my room so he can't catch me. Next time he loses his temper, you should run too."Adrian laughed.A single huff of one.His back screamed in protest immediately.Milo sighed like a little old man.Climbed onto a stool beside the bed. "Uncle, let me blow on it for you. That'll make it stop hurting."A cool little breath drifted across his back.It did, oddly, take the edge off the burning."I'm fine," Adrian said, voice rough. "No need.""It's okay, Uncle. Don't worry about me, I'm not even tired.""...You're overthinking this. I'm mostly worried I've caught tetanus from you."Milo: "..."He had no choice but to climb down off the stool.Settled himself obediently on it in
Once Prescott had gone upstairsRosalind leaned against Winston, voice soft. "When I was in Rivermouth, I heard your late wife wanted to rebuild Grace Chapel. I'm not sure if construction's started. If it hasn't yet, I'd like to have Owen come ask you for a blessing token for the family."Winston's eyes narrowed. "You know I don't put stock in that kind of thing."Rosalind rested a hand on his chest. "Of course I know you don't believe in it. But you've been losing your temper so often lately, it worries me sick. I just want something to put my own mind at ease."Winston frowned. "What chapel did you say that was?""Grace Chapel."His eyes narrowed further, his expression turning serious. "Grace Chapel. Who funded that?""She's always been devout, since she was a girl," Rosalind said. "It's her faith. No family money went into it. No company funds either."Winston rose.Climbed the stairs without another word.Robin finally found Lily.She rushed over in a panic.Took her hand. "When
At thatAdrian's mouth curved faintly, his voice low but steady. "She won't sign. And even if she doesn't, she'll still look after Milo the way she always has. Whatever you offered her won't be enough to make her bend. Your little scheme's already failed."Winston let out a cold, bottomless laugh."Fine," he said. "Since you insist on defying me let's see what family discipline has to say about it."Adrian's expression didn't shift.Winston barked, "Prescott. Bring the strap."Prescott came in carrying a leather whip.He looked at Adrian, torn. "Young master, please don't push him any further. Would it really cost you so much to apologize?"Adrian closed his eyes. "Get on with it."Prescott had nothing more to say.Winston jabbed a finger at his son. "Whip him! I'll beat him until he begs for mercy if that's what it takes. Don't hold back!"Prescott's hand shook.He couldn't bring himself to do it.One halfhearted strike.Winston snapped, "Did you skip breakfast? Give it here."Presco
Lily managed a faint smile.So this is what they were building toward.Step into the Sterling family as "eldest young mistress," and she'd become, in truth, the Sterling family's widow.She'd become Adrian's... sister-in-law.Rosalind kept at it, gentle as ever. "We're not saying you have to stay a widow for our eldest son forever, Ms. Ashford. This is only for Milo's sake. If the right man comes along one day, we would never stand in your way."Lily said nothing.Winston cut in, impatient. "Well? Why won't you just agree?""Let her think it through properly," Rosalind said, a touch of reproach in her voice. "Why don't you step out and let me talk with her alone."Winston rose, irritated.Left the room.Rosalind took his seat and leaned in, earnest. "Ms. Ashford, I understand your situation better than you'd think. I've thought this through carefully, for Winston's sake and it's good for you, for Milo, and for Adrian too."Lily drew a slow breath."I'm not trying to look down on you,"







