As if on cue, the husbands and the hybrid shared a glance, before excusing themselves from Cleora.
It was clear that even though Coco was happy with the house, a part of her felt guilty for receiving such a thing from her mother and relying on her to start a new life.
From what Coco had shown them, she wasn't the type to lean on someone for help.
She wanted to be leaned on instead.
Unfortunately for Coco, the recent situation regarding the attack orchestrated by the Baroness, she had no choice, but to accept the help of her mother and flee to the north.
Even though it's her mother, Coco didn't like the idea that she would receive something as grand as a new house and get her own craftsman to furnish the house to her liking, then possibly be spoon fed for the next couple of weeks by her mother.
She has people she needs to take care of now.
Cleora waited until Zaque and the others had descended the stairs, her eyes glued to the staircase.
