"I will return."
As Rhys spoke, he reached for his coat on the back of the sofa.
Margot stood up as well, her eyes red. "Aunt Mia, don't blame Rhys. It's my fault; I shouldn't have come."
She tugged at his sleeve. "Since Mia is angry, don't drive me. I'm not afraid of slippery roads. Let Carrol drive me. Don't fight because of me."
Their back-and-forth made Mia and Clara look like the ones being difficult.
Clara smiled. "No need for the trouble."
"Since you're so worried, you should go the whole nine yards. Don't come back; the bed is more spacious with just me in it."
She turned to Mia. "Aunt Mia, I'm tired, so I'll go up to rest. You and Grandfather should sleep early too."
She walked away cleanly, without leaving even a peripheral glance for the pair.
Rhys stood frozen, watching her back disappear around the corner of the stairs, his irritation growing.
He turned to Margot, his tone losing its earlier warmth. "Fine. I'll have Carrol's car wait at the door to take you back."
Margot was stunned, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Rhys, you're not driving me?"
"Aunt Mia is right. The snow is heavy and the roads are slippery." Rhys handed her bag to the butler. "Carrol is an experienced driver, steadier than me. I'll have him prepare a blanket for you in the car. Text me when you arrive."
Margot wanted to say more. "But..."
Rhys cut her off. "Go on now."
With that, he tossed his coat back onto the sofa, ignoring Margot's expression, and headed straight for the stairs.
Mia hummed with satisfaction. He wasn't completely stupid, at least.
Clara returned to the bedroom and walked to the window.


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