Everyone could tell that there was no anger, interrogation, or even a tiny bit of resentment in Marinda's words.
Even though Ilena had messed up her salon, there was only perplexity in Marinda's words.
Even more, she gently stroked Ilena's back, comforting the servant.
Stricken by the sudden catastrophe, Ilena had started to cry.
Her speech was intermittent amidst the tears—
"He, he previously promised to marry me, and that we would have many lovely children, but a few days ago, he told me..."
Arthur wasn't listening anymore.
The story was too cliché.
It was the tale of a libertine and a naive girl.
Of course, there were some aspects worthy of suspicion.
Therefore, Arthur pondered for a moment before tagging this cliché story with a prefix and appellation, slightly altered— a wealthy libertine and a gullible girl.
Arthur's gaze swept over the bracelet on Ilena's wrist.
It was supposed to be gold.
And two tiny earrings as well.
They were inlaid with emeralds.
