Honestly, she couldn't accept it.
She knew she couldn't compare to Nathan Nelson; she had no artistic talent nor any other strengths. If even the future title was taken by someone else, then what place would Melody Nelson have in Casselvia?
An indescribable sense of crisis suddenly descended upon her at the age of twenty-two.
After her father's passing and her mother's critical illness, a nominal sister appeared, and Melody felt the enormous changes in her life.
Nathan Nelson had already finished the strawberries on the fruit platter and was now licking his snow-white fingertips like a cat. When he heard Melody's question, he seemed indifferent: "I don't know. Anyway, the title won't fall on my head, so I don't have to worry about this kind of thing."
Still maintaining a carefree demeanor.
