Baron Harun's wife, Olaya, stood on the watchtower of the manor, staring blankly at everything,
"Your father's estate, I handed it over just like that."
Olaya glanced at Zhuo Ya, who was holding the child by her side, looking desolate, "Without any resistance, I have failed your father."
"If you had resisted, then my father would have lost more than just the estate."
Zhuo Ya looked at her mother, "At least you preserved my father's wife and bloodline."
Zhuo Ya smiled, pinching her little brother's cheek in her arms,
"You can still live in the manor and have half the family property, at least ensuring a stable and secure life for my sister and brother in the future."
"And what about you, Zhuo Ya?"
Olaya looked at her eldest daughter, gently asking, "Will you stay and live with us?"
"I don't belong here, Mother."
Zhuo Ya shook her head slightly and returned her little brother to Olaya,
"I need to fulfill the agreement with Baron Rod."
