Charlotte leaned forward slightly.
"What do you want me to say, Katerina?" she asked coolly. "I don't remember much."
Catherine leaned back in her chair and smiled faintly.
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't remember," she replied.
Beside her, Maximilian quietly placed his hand over hers. Catherine stiffened for a moment at the sudden contact. But she didn't pull away.
His hand was warm.
Right now… she needed that warmth.
Maximilian could see the tension in her shoulders, the strain behind her calm expression. Charlotte would notice it too. And if she did, she would try to use it.
Catherine's approach—reminding Charlotte of that night, appealing to what they had shared—was clever.
But that only worked on people who had a conscience. Not someone like Charlotte.
Maximilian knew that better than anyone.
