"Whoa! So many options for breakfast today." Claire wore a black dress, looking gracefully. "My favorite soymilk. Finnley also likes it. The chef hasn't made it for a long time."
"You are right, Lady Claire," the maid answered, "Madam Mya also likes it."
"Madam Mya?"
Claire hadn't gotten used to it as it was the first time she heard what the maids called Mya. "Does Mya like it, too?"
"Yes."
"I see. Mya, we have a lot of things in common."
Finnley and Mya heard her excited chirps as soon as entering the dining room. She was indeed worry-freed.
Mya envied her, thinking her happiness had long gone. After her father was arrested, her family and she were always frustrated.
"Morning, Finnley. Morning Mya." Claire beamed at them and stood up. "You are awake. Come one. Let's have breakfast."
"Morning, Claire." Mya asked, "Didn't you go on a trip? Why did you return so quickly?"
"I saw your dad's news," Claire blurted out, "I was freaked out, so I came back immediately. Is it challenging?"
Silence blanketed the dining room for a moment.
It seemed to be inappropriate to discuss such a topic in Russell's Villa.
Finnley mediated, "Claire, you are too young. Don't put your nose into the grownups' business. Eat your food. Mya, sit down."
Claire realized something and stopped asking.
The air in the dining room was filled with awkwardness.
After breakfast, Finnley and Mya bid the Russells farewell and were about to go home.
"Are you leaving now?" Claire asked in confusion, walking them to the yard.
Mya nodded silently, and so did Finnley. He opened the door of the passenger side of the Maybach.
"Be careful while driving," Violet reminded them.
"OK. Mom."
Mya and Finnley sat in. All watched them leave.
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