Hearing the question, the Madam sighed. "Traute, what do you think I should do with Ryley later? What if he can't handle the truth?"
"Are you worried that Young Master Ryley will fall in love with that Alpha?" The assistant replied, reading the intention behind the Madam's words well.
Silence returned to her when the Madam's hazel eyes turned somber, and in the next moment she heard her mutter, "Love...."
"There's no doubt that love is the sole reason for the downfall of our progenitor. Even thousand years later, we still can't prevent ourselves from committing the same mistake because we will eventually experience that feeling in this life. But that doesn't mean we can't turn it into something useful."
The Madam walked to the glass panel that separated her from the busy laboratory on the other side, then placed her palm on its surface.
