Chapter 95- Only Philip
After a simple bow before the ancestral tablets, Janet stepped quietly aside.
From Charles’s solemn expression alone, she could tell just how deeply he felt for Sienna. The atmosphere was heavy, almost sacred, and even she could feel an unfamiliar emotion stirring in her chest—a ripple in still waters.
But August’s face?
Unchanged. Calm. As if neither grief nor scandal had touched him.
"Janet, help me push Philip back to the North Courtyard."
Charles spoke without looking at her, his voice composed, his eyes only pausing briefly on Philip. A small gesture, a flicker in his gaze, and Janet understood—he needed her to leave.
She didn’t want to, but she obeyed anyway.
From where she stood, she caught the curve of Derrick’s lips—a smirk, sharp and mocking. He was enjoying this.
Philip, oblivious to the silent wars around him, had no clue what had transpired between the others. His feelings toward August were... distant, at best. But in truth, everything that had happened to him—was caused by that very man.
If anything, he should hate him.
Janet gave Brian a slight nod and began pushing Philip’s wheelchair down the corridor. The motion was familiar. She’d done this often when she was still married to him.