Lily looked at Eliza. How could she miss Eliza's reaction towards Harringfort? She hated the man.
The thing about hate is that it actually coexists with love. They are basic human emotions that thrive together. The deeper you hate, the deeper you love. That was why Lily believed it was always better to be indifferent about things. She only wanted to let Eliza tread slowly. She could not rush her emotions and end up breaking her heart. After all, a man like Harringfort was dangerous— very dangerous to be around.
At the same time, Lily was also aware that she was a hypocrite for thinking like this. Didn't she hate a few people in the past too? She could pretend to be indifferent, yet, she still could not deny that underneath her placid face was something that anyone would call hatred. A deep, strong rooted hatred for the people who had wronged her in the past.
