In the courtyard.
Taylor paused before the carved door, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed into the distance.
His voice was calm but deliberate.
"Have someone follow Violet.
I want to know what she plans to do with that money."
Taylor knew all too well how fiercely proud that woman was.
For her to ask him for a loan so soon after returning to the country—something must have happened.
The butler studied Taylor's tall, straight-backed figure, hesitating for a moment before swallowing his words.
"...Understood."
Taylor could only hope the master wouldn't stumble over the same stone twice.
Meanwhile, in the living room.
"Grandmother Porter," Camilla handed the elderly woman a freshly brewed cup of tea with both hands, her delicate features softened by a polite, practiced smile.
"You must be exhausted after such a long journey."
Grace and courtesy were never wasted, no matter the occasion.
"Not at all.
