"Where is she?"
Molly, who was hurrying toward the columbarium, naturally halted when she heard the familiar, impatient voice.
Slowly tilting her head to the side, her eyes fell on the urn on Maxwell's thigh, and she grimaced in realization.
However, she didn't let her surprise show.
Feigning ignorance, she turned toward them with a small smile.
"Maxwell Kensington. I didn't expect to see you here."
Maxwell's eyes narrowed at her while his butler sneered irritably, "Master isn't very patient. You know that, don't you?"
"I have no reason to irritate the head of the Kensington family especially with this issue involving my Langford family." She nodded, her voice remaining stable as she shifted her gaze toward the butler.
The corners of the butler's lips twitched, and he looked down at his master for a go-ahead.
Maxwell, however, lowered his eyes to the urn, caressing it gently before his words reached her ear a second time.
