Chapter 524
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Chapter 524:
“You can,” the General said, his voice softer now, but no less final. “And you will. That is an order, Agnes.”
The staff moved quickly, placing two elegant but simple chairs near the sideboard rather than directly at the family table. The compromise preserved enough formality for the house to breathe, while still shattering a rule no one had dared question in decades.
Agnes, her eyes filled with tears, walked slowly to her seat, bowing deeply to the General and then to Caroline as she passed.
Caroline gave her a small, encouraging smile. Then she looked down the length of the table, her eyes meeting Peregrine’s. She gave him a subtle, almost imperceptible nod of thanks.
R𝖾𝖺𝘥 𝘵h𝖾 𝗹𝘢𝘁eѕ𝘁 t𝗿е𝗻𝗱𝘀 о𝗇 gа𝗅no𝘃e𝗅𝗌.𝖼𝗈𝗆
He just grunted, a faint flush of red creeping up his neck. He quickly looked away, retreating into his shell, but not before she saw it.
A new order had been established. A crack had appeared in the ancient, fossilized walls of the Romero dynasty.
The empty places where Cornelia and Harper should have been remained bare and silent. Their absence did not soften the room; it sharpened it. Their confinement hung over the table like a verdict. The General had not forgotten his own command. No exceptions meant no exceptions.
At the far end, Peregrine took another reluctant spoonful of stew. His expression remained sour, but he did not push the bowl away.
Agnes sat stiffly near the sideboard, both hands folded in her lap, as if she feared the chair might disappear if she trusted it too fully. Alistair lowered himself beside her with grave composure, accepting the change as if it had always been inevitable.
The staff stared at their plates, stunned, while trying not to stare at Caroline.
She looked down at her own bowl and felt the enormity of what had just happened settle over her. It was not a victory in the loud, dramatic sense. No one had screamed. No one had been dragged away. No glass had shattered against the floor.
It was quieter than that.
It was more dangerous than that.
The house had shifted by an inch.
And in a place like this, an inch was an earthquake.
The rest of the lunch proceeded in a state of tense, frigid silence. The addition of Agnes and Alistair to the table had shattered the old dynamic, leaving a vacuum filled with resentment.
Caroline, sensing the need to restore some semblance of normalcy, decided to take control. She stood up, her movements graceful and deliberate.
“Please, allow me,” she said, taking the silver ladle from Agnes’s hand. “I’d like to serve everyone.”
It was a gesture of a hostess, a quiet assertion of her new role. She moved to the General’s side first, filling his bowl with the most tender pieces of beef and the richest part of the gravy. He beamed at her, his pride and affection obvious to everyone in the room.
She served Cornelia a polite, correct portion. She then walked the length of the table to serve Peregrine, who grunted his thanks without removing his headphones.
Finally, she came to Harper.
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