When Malaya gave him an eerie smile, the Marquess instinctively shielded his jewel.
"You know, Marquess, you should be dead by now," Malaya said. "But you see, the bread girl you accused of stealing said I shouldn't do anything with you. You owe her a debt of gratitude." Malaya rose to her feet. She refused to listen to any of the marquess' responses. Not that; he looked like he planned to speak right now.
"I believe she will be the same age as your deceased daughter," she goes on to say. That's when Marquess turned to face the hooded girl. "You still have a chance to make things right. This is not the life your daughter would have preferred for you."
