Under the light, the crystal flower petals shimmered brilliantly.
The duchess touched the petals, then replaced the lid of the box, and put it back into the drawer.
She immediately began to search the room, scouring the entire table, bookshelf, coffee table, and sofa... However, she didn't find the dagger.
Leaving the study room, she looked at Lisa, who was waiting outside the small reception hall nearby, with a furrowed brow.
"Where is my dagger?"
"You... what are you talking about? I... I don't understand." Lisa feigned confusion.
Frowning with frustration, the duchess asked, "Do you also think that I want to kill myself?"
Lisa lowered her face, not daring to utter a word.
"If I really wanted to commit suicide, anything could end my life. There's absolutely no need for me to use that particular dagger! The dagger is very important to me, it's something that I deeply care about. Give it to me." The duchess made a concerted effort to calm herself as she spoke.
