The living room suddenly fell silent.
Grace too, froze in place, her bright purple pupils filled with shock and fear.
Clearly, she didn't expect the request Colin made would be this.
"What, afraid?"
Colin withdrew his finger, making no attempt to hide his disappointment.
Grace forced a smile and spoke in a coquettish tone, "My Lord Count, that is the legitimate son of Duke St. Prowse!"
"Are you afraid of retribution from the St. Prowse Family?"
"Yes," Grace nodded without hesitation.
Colin flashed a smirk, "But even if you don't kill Count Evan, Duke St. Prowse won't spare the Brugen Family."
Grace seemed to misunderstand Colin's meaning, defending herself, "Duke St. Prowse won't blame the Brugen Family for the defeat of the Huorong Army. Moreover, my father died heroically on the battlefield, he didn't break his oath."
