My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Quiet Partings

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Callum set his cup down, the click echoing through the hushed dining hall. “While Rowan and I were together,” he said, voice casual yet probing, “Mindy mentioned that the young lady made special trips to bid farewell to everyone she knew well.”

Soren’s face remained unmoved, a marble mask lit by wavering lamplight.

He alone had arranged every comfort for her, from the Pearl Jasmine Tea she favored to the discreet women guards outside her door. Even the gowns at Scarlet Boutique had been chosen and paid for by his hand. Yet she had left the city without offering him so much as a farewell.

He had hurried back to Jexburgh days earlier than planned, hoping for one glimpse of her.

If he wished, he could have returned again, finished business, and ridden out before dawn.

What devotion existed, he offered freely–his strength, his coin, everything within reach- because the possibility of her happiness felt reason enough.

And yes, he would have reaped benefits in return, but that had never been the point.

How small–sighted she seemed, tangled in that childish question of love.

Callum flicked a glance at Soren, brow lifted. “I thought you’d be gone for half a month. What dragged you back so quickly–some crisis only you could solve?”

Trust Callum to press exactly where the bruise lay, blind to the tension thickening the room.

Before Soren could speak, Naomi leaned forward, her voice quick and bright. “Callum, that question is pointless. If Soren is home, the matter is obviously settled.”

Penelope’s brows drew tight. “Why must you interrupt when your brothers are speaking?”

Chastened, Naomi bowed her head, wide eyes sliding from her mother to Soren in a silent plea. Soren, however, made no move to rescue her; he let the silence hold.

Callum cleared his throat, turning back to Penelope. “Aunt Penelope, we’re all family here. No need to stand on ceremony.”

Penelope knew her daughter’s heart was kind, merely swaddled too long in affection. She sighed. “It’s fine if she behaves this way at home, but I’m just worried she’d behave the same when outside.”

Naomi–seeing that stern face–dropped her gaze and whispered an apology.

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Penelope’s expression softened as she addressed Soren. “Luna sent several new suits for few days ago. The embroidery is finer than anything across Duflana. You know how devoted she is to your affairs.”

With no engagement in sight, Penelope’s thoughts drifted toward making Luna her son’s concubine; a young lord, she reasoned, should not live without a woman near.

Luna had proved her worth–thoughtful, discreet. Were it not for that incident years ago, the match might already exist.

Even now, she believed, it was not too late.

Soren finally raised his eyes. “Luna is content, living on her own terms,” he said, voice low yet firm. “Why shackle her to any man? Besides, you remember what happened back then.”

Penelope let the notion fade. Anyone would carry a thorn after such an episode.

Still, as she studied Soren’s calm profile, she wondered whether her son had ever truly lost his heart to Luna.

After the last dish had been cleared and the scent of roast duck still lingered in the corridors, Callum crossed the moonlit courtyard and climbed the steps to Radiant Lodge, Soren’s private wing. Whenever the brothers met at this hour, it was never for idle company. Business of the sort that could tilt the realm waited behind the lacquered doors.

“Already found a lead this quickly?” Callum’s brows lifted in genuine surprise. He had never expected his brother to return tonight.

He had left Jexburgh under winter–gray skies on the pretense of routine inspection. In truth, Soren hunted for answers surrounding the sudden death of Pierre, former prefect of Yondale. Only one month earlier, Pierre had been reassigned to the humid outpost of Danwick. He had barely posted a letter to the Zonfrillo Estate about Yondale’s unrest when a so–called malaria took him.

“I had not yet reached Danwick before Pierre’s widow ordered his body burned. The Lawson household blocked every step of my inquiry. Pierre’s death, I fear, is knotted too tightly with those Yondale officials.”

Pierre had been a key witness, yet the last shred of proof had turned to ash with his body.

“They dare murder an official? Those curs in Yondale truly believe they can blot out the sky!”

“What worries me is that someone there has planted roots deep enough to rule like a local tyrant.”

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