A Choice She Couldn't Understand
"Young Master D'Aurelius, is there really no room for negotiation?"
After the initial shock, Felberta Ashbourne asked again, and this time there was a faint trace of pleading in her voice.
It wasn't obvious.
Most people wouldn't have noticed it.
But for a woman as proud and reserved as Felberta, merely asking the same question twice was already enough to reveal how desperate the situation had become.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows of the Whitmore Family estate, illuminating drifting specks of dust in the air.
The room remained quiet.
Even Charles Whitmore looked up from his tea.
Black Ghost and White Ghost silently watched from behind.
Amara Ravenswood also turned her gaze toward Julian.
Everyone was waiting for his answer.
Julian met Felberta's eyes.
For a brief moment, he could see the exhaustion hidden beneath her cold exterior.
She had traveled all the way from Silverhaven.
She had searched countless places.
