Chapter 937

After Jane left the room, Frederick rested his slender, jade-like fingers on the black and white keys, casually tapping out a few notes. Each crisp tone echoed like droplets of ice. Then, his expression cooled. “Still want to learn?” he asked, voice calm but razor-sharp. Eden didn’t flinch. “Does Jane know how quickly you change faces? All sunshine in front of her, then stone-cold the second she turns away?” Frederick’s hawk-like gaze bore into him—his eyes were bottomless winter lakes, glinting with frost. “Come here,” he said flatly. “I’ll teach you properly today.” Meanwhile, Jane had intended to head outside and play with her sister—but as she passed Emma’s room, she slowed. The door was ajar. Inside, Mina and Emma were sprawled across the bed, their heads close together over a notebook. A pen was being passed back and forth. They looked... suspiciously conspiratorial. Jane’s curiosity flared. She tiptoed closer, then popped her tiny head into the room like a curious kitten, startl