His gaze was calm, his tone was even, but it was precisely this calmness and evenness that made Amelia's heart feel empty.
She lowered her eyelids, her fingers slightly tightened, and she nodded.
Owen Mooreland watched her face for a few seconds before reaching out to take the item from her hands and said insipidly, "Eat downstairs first, I'll be there shortly."
Amelia glanced at her now empty palms, was silent for a moment, then turned and went downstairs to the dining room.
Dorothy Brown had already prepared breakfast and promptly served it to her when she saw her.
Amelia took a few bites but found it tasteless; suddenly, she remembered she hadn't seen the little female maid named Grace for a long time and casually asked, "What happened to Grace? I haven't seen her in a while."
Dorothy Brown replied, "Mr. Moreland let her go."
Amelia was startled; she hadn't known that. "Why?"
Dorothy Brown said, "I'm not clear on the details."