Viya's POV
I felt my fingertip tremble imperceptibly. Margaret gave me a sideways glance, seemingly mocking my audacity, before addressing the phone again. "If it's inconvenient for you, don't worry about it..."
Before she could finish, Lucius's measured, low voice returned. He seemed to be instructing his assistant about something—canceling an urgent meeting and evening engagements.
Then he spoke directly to us, his voice warm: "Inconvenient? Not at all. I'll head to the estate right away."
"Wonderful, that's very considerate of you."
Margaret's brow furrowed severely, though her voice maintained its pleasant tone. Still not satisfied, she continued probing: "Our Viya is truly fortunate to have married you."
"On the contrary, I'm the fortunate one to have her as my mat
