Dora feigned surprise, her eyes wide with mock innocence. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you," she cooed, the corners of her mouth twitching into a sly grin that she quickly smoothed over. The air in the grand hallway of Xavier’s opulent mansion felt charged—a battlefield of wills and hidden daggers. "At least she's fine, right?" Dora continued, her voice laced with venomous sweetness. "I mean, Cathleen couldn't bear you a son. Maybe you should marry the woman who was supposed to be your wife in the first place; don't you agree with me? It was just a girl. I don't know why she would faint because of a girl;...