Chapter 49 Childish Quarrels

The entire study fell silent, and a solemn atmosphere hung in the air. Benedict furrowed his brow ever so slightly, a touch of coldness flashing through his icy eyes as he declared. "I'm married now. She's my wife." He didn't answer the question, but Maisie seemed to have guessed the answer already. She had learned before returning that their union was a matter of obligation on Archibald's part, a debt to be repaid. There was no affection between them. "Alright, I'll go back first. See you tomorrow," she said, then walked out. Descending the stairs, Maisie spotted Cordelia seated on the sofa, engrossed in her phone. Cordelia, in a white silk nightgown, her long hair cascading on both sides, looked delicate and pure. Sensing someone looking at her, Cordelia instinctively raised her gaze. "Ms. Faye, finished discussing matters?" Maisie approached and exuded an aura that asserted her as the mistress of the house. "Yes, we're done. It's our first meeting, and here's a little gift for