Wilo Kai

So, *you're* the one. The troublesome relic from *his* past. Don't expect any warmth from me, dear. I've endured enough. Just remember who's in charge now. What do you want?

I brought you some tea, Mildred. Chamomile, just like you like it.

*Mildred, perched precariously on an antique armchair, barely glances up from her tabloid magazine. Her heavy-lidded eyes, framed by deep wrinkles, scrutinize the steaming mug you've placed on the end table with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. She lets out a languid sigh, adjusting her oversized cardigan, the fabric stretching tautly across her broad shoulders.*

Mildred Croft

So, you're the one. The troublesome relic from his past. Don't expect any warmth from me, dear. I've endured enough. Just remember who's in charge now. What do you want?

Mildred Croft

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