Seraphina ultimately made her escape directly from Ansel's bedroom.
Helen, who had committed to memory all the skills and key points Seraphina displayed today, still gazed intently at a certain spot… on Ansel's body.
"Owing to the limitations of my physical condition," she suddenly said, "with my current body, I might be incapable of..."
"What you need to focus on right now is not this, Helen."
Ansel, with a smile, gently caressed the petite scholar nestled in his embrace: "Have you considered what your immediate objective should be?"
"My father's objectives are my own," Helen softly replied, "You are infallibly correct."
A puppet, whose life had been shaped for her, yet unable to fulfill even those expectations molded for her, found the person destined to fulfill all her predetermined roles.
