Chapter 317

"I'm fine, really." Beatrice Fairchild gently patted her daughter’s hand, voice soft. “Alright, let’s not just stand around—come in, let’s talk inside,” Dorian Harrington said, still uneasy about how Beatrice nearly collapsed earlier. There was no way he’d let her linger at the door in the wind any longer. Once inside the living room, the family settled on the couch. Jane brought over a tray of fruit and snacks, then quietly stepped out, giving them space for a proper chat. After all, Camila Harrington and Lottie were about to board a flight to the Obsidian Chamber headquarters. No one knew when they’d be back. Just thinking about her daughter and granddaughter leaving tightened Beatrice’s chest. Her eyes reddened and her bitterness toward Prescott Ellington deepened. If it weren’t for him, Camila wouldn’t have to go through all this, let alone drag Lottie so far away. “Grandma…” Lottie, ever sensitive, noticed something was off. She toddled over and leaned against Beatrice’s leg. “Don