After coming downstairs, Amelia walked toward the dining room with steady, unhurried steps. The morning sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows of the mansion, casting a soft golden glow across the polished marble floors. The crystal chandelier above reflected the light in delicate fragments, scattering faint sparkles across the walls. Everything in the house was perfectly arranged, untouched by chaos or carelessness. The silence was deep but not empty—it was controlled, intentional, and absolute.Nothing was out of place. Nothing was neglected. Everything reflected order, discipline, and quiet authority.The dining table had already been prepared by the staff. Several dishes were arranged with flawless presentation, each plate positioned precisely. The aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air, warm and inviting, but Amelia showed no visible reaction to it. There had been a time when meals carried meaning, when they represented comfort or companionship. That time had lon
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