“Sophie.” Benedict muttered as he was now serious as he looked at her.
“I am not letting you go alone, you either stay here or I’m coming with you.” He admitted honestly.
“I can come back and visit…. They will cope without me.”
Oh! I can pour it for myself, Viscountess, but yes, thank you.
( Sophie stood but she didn’t try to take the teapot, lest she spill tea on the Viscountess. )
“You have to. Let me go alone, Benedict, please, your family needs you more than I do.”
Even though she wished he could come with her.
“I . . . I can go to My Cottage. I can stay there.”