Chapter 922

Jane tilted her head and pressed her small face against the car window, her wide eyes filled with confusion as she watched Frederick’s tall, elegant figure standing there. Why did he seem so strange today? But if he had something else to do and couldn’t come along, well…that was all right too! “Brother Frederick, you go ahead and take Sister Violet shopping for clothes, okay? We’ll head off first. Bye-bye!” She waved her little hand, her soft voice cheerful and sweet. Frederick’s deep gaze lingered on the closed window, watching as the car slowly disappeared down the road. A suffocating heaviness pressed in his chest, neither rising nor settling, darkening his expression even further. For a fleeting moment, he wondered whether the absurd advice in Huan’s useless book had any merit whatsoever. This wasn’t helping Jane realize how important he was—it was just self-inflicted torment. While he brooded, Violet emerged from the manor with Riley. Her hands clutched nervously at the hem of her