There was a clear regret on Count Arthur's face. The fine lines of his cheeks seemed to have been pulled down by his lips that had pursed from the upsetting emotion he felt for losing touch with his long lost daughter. She stared at him, wondering if the man was sincere but she couldn't find any lies from his actions and words.
He had even agreed to supply her with bread for her family in the slums, holding no prejudice against them even though he was a noble and a man who live in such illustrious manor. She could only wonder the reason for her mother to leave this man.
If her life was smooth and rose colored in this manor, why did she decided to leave his side? Going as far as hiding in the slums, as if she was afraid of someone or something. She had imagined him to be a violent man who had held a grudge against her mother for running away but instead, he appeared to be a normal father who wished to have seen his daughter and build a happy life with her mother.
