Olive sighed, raising his eyes to stare at Draven.
"I just wanted you to know that even though it seemed like the others don't care about her well-being, her mother seems to. It was sad to see her that way. She must be missing Lady Avelina very much, at least…I could tell."
Draven blinked his eyes, stunned and in a momentary daze.
"I see…" His words came out in a whisper.
"Oh yes," Olive spoke, suddenly recalling something. "I found out Lady Avelina's maiden name."
Draven looked at him. "You did?"
Olive nodded. "Yes. Her mother called her Olga."
He continued, "I'm not sure, but perhaps Lady Avelina never spoke on it because it isn't a very nice name. It is the sort of name that one could be bullied for if I am not wrong." He was trying his best not to sound offensive at all.
Draven rubbed his temple in deep stress. He deeply exhaled, got into his car, and shut the door. "Thank you," he said to Olive and drove off.
