Madam Colburn's gaze flickered from Lucian's concerned face to Brianna's strained smile. With a slow, deliberate movement, she looked past them toward the corner of the room, where the family's long-standing legal counsel stood, holding a leather-bound briefcase.
The lawyer gave a singular, somber nod.
"Mr. Colburn, if I could have a moment of your time? There are specific clauses regarding the estate and the... succession lineage that your grandmother wishes to finalize immediately."
Frowning, Lucian's protective—or perhaps possessive—instincts flared up. "Can't this wait until she's feeling stronger?"
The Dowager interjected, "Lucian, please. Go with him. I want to speak with Brianna. Alone. Woman to woman."
Lucian hesitated, letting his gaze fall on Brianna.
"This way, sir," The lawyer, Mr. Sterling's tone suggested that this wasn't a request, but a legal necessity.
