Dinner at the Huntington estate began promptly at seven.
Clara sat in the second seat to Old Mr. Huntington's right, next to Rhys's empty chair. Opposite her were Liam and his wife, Wendy Murray.
Wendy was the standard wealthy daughter-in-law: gentle appearance, soft-spoken. Her marriage to Liam was a business alliance, and they treated each other with mutual respect. To outsiders, they seemed like a perfect match. But Clara caught the fleeting look of adoration in Wendy's eyes when she looked at Liam.
She hid her love carefully. Unlike Clara, whose love had been blatant and known to everyone, and had ended in a mess, leaving her with nothing but embarrassment.
The table was full of dishes and a soup, all light, healthy fare. Old Mr. Huntington didn't pick up his fork, so no one else dared to eat.
He took a sip of tea and glanced indifferently at Clara. "Rhys said your stomach isn't well. I've told Jenny to make stomach-friendly meals for the next few days. Avoid spicy foods."
Clara responded, "Thank you, Grandfather."
Mia ladled a bowl of fish chowder for her. "Clara, you need to eat more. You know Rhys's job; when holidays get busy, he disappears. He can't always look after you, so just treat this place as your own home."
"I will, thank you, Auntie." She took the bowl, responding politely.
Mason chimed in, "I saw the news a couple of days ago. Saving someone in the snowstorm... the department commended him, right?"
Clara gripped her spoon tighter. "It was his duty."


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