Lady Gregory took a deep breath and continued to ask, "You're angry with Steve Burton, aren't you?"
There was no trace of laughter left on Ruby Gregory's face. She pursed her lips, lowered her gaze, and remained silent.
Just as Lady Gregory was about to speak again, the bedroom door was suddenly knocked on and then pushed open: "Madam, Miss, Mr. Steve is here."
Upon hearing this, Lady Gregory's heavy expression was suddenly filled with a touch of joy.
Ruby, however, subconsciously gripped the porcelain bowl of dessert in her hand. Why was he here?
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Lady Gregory sent Ruby downstairs alone. As she urged Ruby to go, she didn't forget to remind her, "Ruby, you need to have a good talk with Steve."
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In the first-floor hall, Steve sat quietly on the sofa all by himself, with a cup of hot tea in front of him, emitting wisps of steam.
The setting sun's afterglow shone through the large, bright window onto his body, casting a faint reddish glow around him.
