August stared at the divorce agreement. He wondered if Eilika had truly left. He trusted her, for she was a woman who never went back on her word, but the realization hit him with a jolt: this was the first time in his life he had trusted anyone so deeply, and now, that trust was being put to the ultimate test.
His wet hair was disheveled, clinging to his forehead, when a sharp knock rattled the door. Hastily, he shoved the parchment into his desk drawer and straightened his posture. "Enter," he commanded.
Maurice stood in the doorway. "The Duchess is gone," he announced, wasting no time. He stepped into the room, his eyes scanning August with a critical gaze. "Now, answer me: will the Duke remain safe after the second dose?" The skepticism dripped from his tone.
"Yes," August replied.
"You've done a terrible thing to the Duke and the child," Maurice muttered with disdain. "You have no idea what you've set in motion."
