His heart felt like someone was stabbing him repeatedly. Then another one was twisting his guts that he wanted to crawl out of his skin from the pain.
But he knew what his body was experiencing had nothing to do with his pre-existing health condition. It had more to do with the guilt that was nagging at him.
"She must be one incredible woman for you to adore her that much." The Count commented, suddenly remembering his dear wife.
Looking at this young lady before him reminded him so much of his late wife. Sitting close to her had allowed him to look thoroughly at her face without his usual prejudice.
And his initial assessment had been correct. This young woman was his son's daughter. She looked exactly like his dead wife. There was no doubt about it.
"She was. But she died before I could get to know her more. I would have learned more from her wisdom and kindness if she had lived a little longer." Luisa said to him with deep regret.
