Paris outskirts, Palace of Versailles.
The swaying flowers were incredibly handsome under the sunlight, enjoying the early summer breeze on the wide lawn in front of the palace. Levin and Daniel strolled leisurely, occasionally glancing back at the nun not far behind, speaking softly to each other.
They had been at the Palace of Versailles for two days already, with everything calm and tranquil as if nothing had happened. The nun took care of them meticulously, just like Anatole had said—if they made a request, the nuns would surely agree to it, no matter how outrageous.
Anatole did show sincerity in courting them, and they were quite comfortable here, but Levin always worried about Marvin.
"They won't come back, will they…"
Having read the newspapers of the past two days, Levin voiced his concerns, "Brother is such a rational person, he should know what to do… mm."
"Brother will definitely come back." Daniel had a different opinion from Levin, "When has he ever abandoned us?"
