Gregoria's gaze became firm. "We cannot let anyone know about this," she said. Regina nodded in agreement.
"Yes, mother," she replied, her voice barely a whisper as she understood the gravity of the situation.
Gregoria's thoughts spiraled as a shiver ran down her spine. How does he even dare to try that with his own mother? She could hardly process the disturbing possibility, but it ate at her—does that mean… he even looks at me, his grandmother, in such a way?
The thought lingered, heavy and unsettling. She felt a sense of unease wash over her as she tried to push it away, but the mere idea made her question everything she thought she knew about Julian.
If he looks at his own mother that way, she thought then why wouldn't he dare look at Eva, Eleanor, and even me the same way?
