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Meanwhile, at Damian’s family estate, Clara was seated comfortably beside Damian’s mother, playing her part to perfection. She dabbed at her eyes with a lace handkerchief, her voice trembling just right as she said, “I’m just worried about Damian. He’s… distracted lately. And that girl, Emery… I don’t think she understands him. She’s too weak, too simple for someone like him.”
Damian’s mother, regal and sharp-eyed, nodded with approval.
“You’ve always understood our family, Clara. I see the way you carry yourself. You’re poised. Proper. Not… fragile.”
Clara lowered her gaze demurely. “I only want what’s best for him. I know how much this family’s legacy matters. I’d never stand in the way of that.”
Damian’s mother reached over, squeezing Clara’s hand warmly. “You’ll make a fi
