Her gaze shifted from Sophia to Ethan, a sharp pang of envy piercing her heart.
Why did Sophia and her son get to stay while she was being forced to leave?
Kyla fought the bitter resentment, but she knew arguing was pointless.
She clenched her jaw tightly. “Fine. I’ll go now.”
Without another word, she turned and walked away, her back stiff with suppressed anger.
Sophia remained silent, holding her son close.
She was surprised by how Ethan had just treated Kyla.
In her memory, Ethan had always been gentle and accommodating toward Kyla, never this dismissive.
But today, his demeanor was completely different. Cold. Decisive.
Half an hour later, Ethan moved toward the front door as if to leave.
Watching his confident posture, Sophia felt a sudden urge to delay his departure.
She stood up quickly. “It’s still early. Would you like to have breakfast before you go?”
Ethan stopped and turned around.
He looked at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “Alright,” he said, his tone lighter than before.
Sophia released a soft breath.
She led him to the dining table.
The air was filled with the warm aroma of oatmeal and freshly baked pastries.
Ethan took a seat, his eyes scanning the spread. A faint smile touched his lips.
The breakfast looked more substantial than usual. Homemade. Hearty.
He picked up a spoon and tasted the oatmeal. “Not bad,” he remarked, a hint of warmth in his voice.
One of the maids chimed in cheerfully, “Mrs. Blackwood made it herself.”
Seeing Ethan enjoy the food, Sophia felt a wave of relief.
She had prepared the meal mainly for Liam, worried the usual villa fare wouldn’t suit him. She hadn’t expected Ethan to misinterpret her intentions.
But it didn’t matter. She had something more important to discuss.
She paused, gathering her thoughts. “I was thinking of returning to work at the studio. And about Liam’s kindergarten…”
Ethan set his spoon down and gave her his full attention. “Talk to the butler about those arrangements.”
Sophia nodded, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders.