"RUFUS felt like he woke from a long bad dream.
He couldn't believe that he forgot about Princess Neoma for five years.
Worse, he accepted Regina Crowell– the wench who tried to kill his precious daughter– in his house as his niece.
[I must have lost my mind…]
"Honey…"
Rufus turned to Amber, who looked as miserable as him, and gathered his wife in his arms. "I understand what you're feeling right now, honey," he said while rubbing her back. "It's frustrating that we let Hanna fight alone all these years. But we'll make it up to our daughter."
Amber nodded and hugged him back…
… until his wife began coughing up blood.
"Amber!"
"Duke Quinzel, if it's alright with you and Her Grace, may I take a look on Duchess Amber's condition?"
It was Dahlia, the Black Witch.
"Sir Lewis Crevan informed us of both Your Graces' poor condition when he infiltrated your estate last time, Your Grace."
