"I am happy that you participated with Bella, Tyrone. She seems to be upset these days. It is hard to cheer her on even with her maids. But look, how brightly she is smiling now?" Tyrone's jaw clenched as he was stopped by his majesty.
He had already participated in the opening ceremony of the festival and donated everything he had promised. All he wanted was to leave and find his wife but the man did not let him.
Tyrone was holding the thin thread of his patience as he smiled at the man again.
"We all know that it has been three years. Maybe your wife is already dead. Why are you still wasting your time on her?" as if sensing Tyrone's impatience, Richard did not stretch the matter.
