Chapter 145

"I wasn't... wrong, was I?" Celeste suddenly felt a bit anxious, already regretting her impulsive attempt to show off her literary knowledge in front of this always-two-steps-ahead Mr. Ethan. "It's nothing," Ethan replied, his gaze turning clear and sharp. "Just thinking-if Mom found out you compared her to Catherine de' Medici, wonder how she'd take it." "What?" Celeste froze, awkwardly murmuring, "I was just using it as an example." "Not a bad one," he said with a faint, unreadable smile tugging at his lips. "Since ancient times-royals or common folk-it's always been a mess when people fight over interests. Decent comparison." Celeste blinked, unsure what he meant. Was he hinting that the Shaw family was the same? At that moment, Sophie was lying in bed, sighing over and over while Zora tried to comfort her. Then the doorbell rang. A servant knocked shortly after. "Ma'am, Mr. Oliver's here-said he'd like to see the old master." "Oliver?" Sophie frowned, tone sharp. "He actually dares