Right decision.

The butler nodded. "Yes, Ms. Quinn had visited earlier to meet Madam. But she didn't stay for long." 

Ryan's jaws clenched. He knew it was her. "Mr. James, you can go back to your duties. I will go and meet my mother myself." Saying that, he left the butler behind and walked into the living hall before heading straight to the dining area. 

Beca was sitting at the table as the butler had said, but just one look and Ryan could tell she wasn't waiting for the dinner –she was waiting for him. 

"Mom." Ryan greeted. 

But instead of returning his greeting, Beca asked bluntly, "Is Delyth back in the country." 

Ryan didn't respond, and Beca knew the answer already. "So, she has," she muttered, audibly enough for her son to hear.

"This has got nothing to do with Delyth, Mom. Please don't involve her. She is innocent." Ryan defended, and that was enough to make Beca lose her temper that she was finding hard to contain within.