Zoe's voice didn't hesitate for a moment, carrying a sense of urgency: "I have nothing to say to him."

She was trying to control her emotions, but it was obvious she was eager to explain: "I don't have a home, and his place isn't my home either, so there's no question of going back."

Penelope nodded: "Alright, you take your time to decide. I heard from the servants that you didn't eat much for dinner, so I cooked some supper downstairs. Why don't we have a bit together, and you can take your medicine afterward?"

Zoe still held the bowl of steaming medicine in her hands, looking very uncomfortable.

She...