At that time, Butler Forrest, who was also Mrs. Fairchild's confidant, was locked in another room, so the affairs of the Fairchild Family were arranged by another butler and steward, and he was unaware of the situation.
Mrs. Fairchild briefly explained the process, and Butler Forrest nodded, feeling a bit more grateful for Miss Preston mentioned by Mrs. Fairchild.
Just as she finished speaking, the dining room door opened.
"Mrs. Fairchild, Fairchild!" Mila Miller walked in excitedly from the door, but the smile on her face vanished when she saw Maeve Lane beside Julian Fairchild.
"... Maeve Lane?"
Julian Fairchild didn't even look up, focusing solely on feeding Maeve Lane.
Maeve Lane thought she misheard until Mila approached her, and she took a moment to glance over at the source of the voice.
With that glance, her tone turned cold.
"Mila?"
When the rivals met, the hostility was palpable.
But Maeve didn't care, showing obvious impatience on her face.
