The excuse for the bathroom was fake, but they really wanted to give Amelia and her son some space.
Amelia followed the butler through the twists and turns to the bathroom.
Pushing open the door, she sat on the toilet and began to doubt her life.
In the living room, Madeline Carter's gaze lingered on Christopher Robinson for a long time.
So long that the air in the room almost solidified before she finally spoke: "It's been half a year since we last saw each other, Christopher."
Christopher picked up the teacup and took a sip, his tone indifferent: "I've been quite busy recently."
"I know 'busy' is just an excuse."
"Please don't arrange such baiting tactics again, Mother."
"To see you, I could only invite Amelia."
Madeline's words were straightforward, without too many twists and turns. Between mother and son, those words were hollow.
"I don't want to bring up the past," Christopher said, putting down the cup in his hand, obviously not wanting to continue speaking.
