Chapter 209

Ethan glanced down at his left hand. He hadn't realized until now just how skinny Emma's arms were. Holding her felt like gripping a chopstick—she was that frail. The realization hit him: she hadn't been doing well these years, and it showed. His brows pulled together slightly, but only for a second. He shut his eyes, falling asleep with that faint, familiar scent still lingering in the air. The next morning. Claire was up early, telling Stella to make some nutritious porridge. Then she went off to get herself ready. "You done yet? You're so slow," Claire snapped when she came out and saw Stella still packing things up. "Almost, almost," Stella fumbled as she quickly covered the food container and rushed out of the kitchen, handing it over to Claire. "Put it in my car," Claire said as she turned to grab her bag. Stella shook her head while heading for the car. Claire was a whole different person when the young master wasn't around. Honestly, she preferred the young mistress. But these