After stabilizing herself, Eliza's expression changed. "Tulte, you..."
"Out with it, what are you here for?" Tulte continued to tinker with the furnace in front of him, his tone indifferent.
As his words fell, Eliza, who had just been wearing an angry expression, instantly shifted her demeanor, smilingly saying, "I had no choice about the incident forty years ago. Although we never had the title of husband and wife, we did share its reality. A day as a couple grants a hundred days of grace; you can't blame me for that."
Hearing this, Tulte's brows furrowed slightly, and he spoke in a deep voice, "If you spout any more nonsense, I'll throw you out."
"Oh dear, you're scaring me," Eliza retorted, adopting the guise of a deeply wronged damsel.
Then, Eliza spoke again, "To tell you the truth, I really didn't want to see you, but the young lady herself ordered me here, and I dared not disobey..."
"What is it exactly?"
