Anabella seemed in a bad mood, and James had half a mind to head out and not return.
Despite his initially forbidding feeling, he decided to brave it and ask Anabella if she was alright.
"Excuse me, but I wanted to know if you were fine with what happened and Mother being in your personal space. If you are not fine, then you can tell me. I can ask Father to appoint someone else as our caretaker-"
"James, it's fine! I don't care one way or another. As long as Miss Clay does not stink up my section with her pheromones, we won't have much of a problem."
Anabella lived like a person barely seen around the house. She had fixed intervals when she liked going out for water and food. Her mother also called her out often enough to leave Anabella no time to run into the caretaker.
Whether or not his husband's mistress was here did not matter to Anabella, especially since she knew that her input would be invalidated anyway.