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After Chloe drained the "milk" and vanished from the dining room, a heavy, frigid silence settled over the table. Xavier Grayson’s eyes remained fixed on her empty chair, his expression unreadable.

"What is the meaning of that?" Xavier’s voice was like a subterranean chill.

Vince the butler stepped forward, bowing his head. "Perhaps the Young Mistress wishes for a child, Master. Moreover