Scarlett Adrian’s mansion, some years ago… The atmosphere in the study was tense, thick with unspoken expectations and quiet disappointment. The golden chandeliers cast a soft glow, but it did nothing to warm the coldness in the room. Dorothy sat elegantly on the leather chair, her posture straight, her expression composed, but her eyes were sharp. Adrian stood a few feet away, his back partly turned to her, a glass of untouched whiskey resting in his hand. He leaned back, fingers steepled. "You have to start thinking seriously, Adrian, this is a crucial consideration." Dorothy said, breaking the silence. Her voice was calm, but firm enough to leave no room for misinterpretation. Adrian didn’t respond immediately. "She’s my wife, Mother,” he finally said, his tone controlled, though strained. "Not a business contract to be terminated at will." Dorothy’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Then perhaps you should remind yourself what kind of family you were born into." H
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