Outside the door, Lily hesitated, her hand pausing mid-air.

It seemed that today, Young Master’s morning temper was especially severe. She hadn’t heard Samuel’s voice raised in anger like this for a long time—perhaps not since his wife’s passing. And today… today was her death anniversary. That explained his foul mood.

Understanding this, Lily refrained from knocking again. She turned and quietly descended the stairs.

Upstairs, Sophia had ...