The sunlight outside the window was brilliant, casting patchy beams that danced upon the citrus-yellow teak floor, creating shimmering halos of light.
Bathed in warm sunlight, Vera slept peacefully on the round table.
The corners of her mouth curled upward slightly, dimples flashed across her face, she seemed to be having a pleasant dream.
However, such a pleasant scene couldn't warm Colin's heart.
Because he had now guessed that behind Cis, it must be Duke St. Hilde!
This ruthless Northern Duke, in order to have an excuse to march into Silver Moon City, was willing to sacrifice his adopted daughter!
Of course, this didn't surprise Colin too much.
After all, Vera was not Duke St. Hilde's biological daughter.
Not to mention, Vera posed a serious threat to the inheritance rights of Duke St. Hilde's biological sons.
Charles had been discarded.
Adams was dead in Lion Roar Castle.
Only Joyce remained.
