The bedchamber became quiet again.
Time passed, but no one knew how much.
Victoria realized that Jose would no longer speak.
All she could do was shrug, "Okay, ask what you want to know, I'll answer if I can."
She had figured out that Jose's encouragement for her to leave the palace wasn't simple or innocent.
Now that he wanted to know something, Victoria thought it was better to just let him ask.
As long as he was willing to ask, she could always sense what he really wanted to know.
"How about William Shaw?" after a long silence, Jose finally asked.
"Not much," Victoria replied indifferently, "It mostly matches the information given by Dad and Mom."
"Mostly?" Jose's eyebrows raised slightly, "Then what's the slight difference?"
Victoria sighed; in some ways, Jose didn't seem like a ten-year-old child at all. His maturity in certain aspects was even more frightening than Michael's.
"It's not possible for me to marry William Shaw," Victoria explained.
