"Fallen ill?"
Taylor narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low and measured.
"Make sure she's well taken care of."
His tone remained flat, betraying no emotion, no hint of what he truly felt.
"She still has a role to play in the next phase of the plan."
The butler knew Taylor wasn't wrong, yet he couldn't help but wonder if there was more beneath those words.
The butler sighed inwardly.
When would the tangled threads between these two ever truly unravel?
"...Understood."
The call ended, but the coldness in Taylor's eyes lingered.
Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes slowly, a faint crease forming between his brows.
Some people, some things—when left unmentioned, could almost be forgotten.
But the moment they resurfaced, they became impossible to ignore.
Queen had been waiting until the call was over before turning her face toward him.
Though she hadn't heard the conversation, she could tell—Taylor wasn't in the best of moods.
