"Bad luck!"
"Miss Thorneycroft, what is the meaning of this? It's your own father's birthday, and here you are dressed in mourning attire, what kind of farce is this?"
"Have you gone mad?"
Everyone frowned in disapproval.
They watched with cold eyes.
The birthday of Fabian Percival!
And yet, someone brought a coffin!
And Elwood Thorneycroft—
The only daughter of Fabian Percival, dressed in hemp and mourning attire!
Showed up at the birthday feast!
What's more bizarre is,
just ten minutes ago.
Fabian Percival himself stated that Elwood Thorneycroft was seriously ill in bed and could no longer see guests.
Even the tone of his voice—
conveyed a hint of sorrow, as if Elwood Thorneycroft would not be long for this world.
But now, it seemed.
Elwood Thorneycroft appeared light and fit, her complexion very rosy.
She didn't look sick at all.
Could it be...
This underlying implication made all those present fall into deep thought.
