“Maybe I should go and call her again,” Henry muttered, pushing his chair back as he stood.

“Young master, do you need something? Please sit. I’ll get it for you,” a maid said quickly, hurrying toward him.

Henry shook his head. “Don’t bother. I’ll handle it myself.”

Without waiting for another word, he walked out of the dining room.

*****

“Madam, let me get you some juice. And what would you like to eat for dinner? I can prepare it after bringing your juice,” Mia said.

Fulvia tilted her head slightly, thinking. Her fingers brushed the edge of the bed as if grounding herself.

“Hmm… I’m not really sure what...