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Clara’s voice followed soon after, sharp in its sweetness.
“He works so hard,” she said, adjusting the sleeve of her blouse as if she had been the one waiting for him all night.
“It’s no wonder he hardly has time to rest. Thankfully, I’ll make sure he’s cared for.”
Her smile lingered as her eyes slid toward Emery, who lowered herself into a chair with quiet dignity, spooning food onto Ethan s plate without response.
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That same afternoon, Clara made her visit to Damian’s mother. She brought an ornate box of herbal teas imported from Europe, a bouquet of lilies, and a heart prepared to play the role of devoted partner.
“Mrs. Cole,” Clara said as she entered the grand sitting room, dipping her head respectfully, her eyes glistening as though tears threatened.
“I worry f
