Chapter 18 - The Parlor Game
He walked smoothly toward the grand parlor, stepping into the elegant, sunlit room.
Eleanor was lounging on a plush velvet sofa, sipping a cup of Earl Grey tea.
"William, darling,"
Eleanor purred, setting her teacup down.
"I didn’t expect you back from the hospital so soon. How is our clumsy girl holding up?"
"She’s resting,"
William said, his voice terrifyingly neutral.
Eleanor sighed.
"Well, I told her she needed to be more careful on these floors."
"I’m hosting a formal family dinner tonight,"
William announced suddenly.
"Tonight?"
Eleanor asked, raising an elegantly plucked eyebrow.
"Darling, it’s terribly short notice. And Chloe is hardly in a state to attend."
"Chloe will not be attending,"
May you like
William said.
"We need to discuss the future of the household. Bring everyone."
