To everyone, the Vampire King's actions were merely an attempt to expand his thin line of descendants. An adopted daughter would never ascend to the position of heir to the Vampire King, especially since she was an elf, a race they discriminated against. People turned a blind eye, and the matter was let go.
I understood one thing clearly: my so-called princess title was nothing more than a facade for Barnett to protect his son. It was like giving a dying person a final feast, a sweet consolation for me.
Naturally, if I didn't step forward to take the blame, the biggest beneficiary would be Rui Jones. Once Lionel was convicted of a serious crime, Rui Jones would become the sole heir, destined to inherit the vampire throne. That was something I definitely didn't want to happen.
Glancing at Heather and Rui Jones, I couldn't help but suspect that they were involved in the loss of Lionel's ring. They certainly had the power to make a deputy elder take the blame.
