Night time could not come fast enough.
Yeren found himself constantly glancing at the window as he sat by his desk, and all through the while, he kept wondering if he would actually be able to put someone else in the position Andon had occupied so efficiently.
But if Claire were to be found, what would he say to her?
After all, nearly every bad thing that had befallen her had his name on it. Her father died because he was too busy grieving to do anything about it, and that led to the loss of her lands, dignity, forcing her into the claws of her vile uncle. As if any of that were not enough, she lost the baby because of him.
He sincerely could not blame her if she were to hate him after everything. And he never had the opportunity to apologize to her for accusing her so blatantly.
By the gods, how could she love someone like him? Someone who had seemingly brought her only pain and suffering?
He ran both his hands through his hair.
