Lorelia came to Simons to say her final goodbyes. But the moment she met the face that resembled Carlo, tears burst out. Simons even resembled Carlo in his warm heart.

Carlo had spoken to Lorelia over and over again.

‘You must not do that to Sister.’

‘Mother, it’s not Sister’s fault!’

However, Lorelia ignored Carlo’s words.

‘Listen to Mother, Carlo. What if you are in danger?’

‘I’m doing this for you.’

‘I told you not to hang out with your sister!’

Rather, Carlo moved further away from Lorelia. Even though she struggled with the heartbreak and frustration, her son and her husband, who were far away, did not come back…….

Lorelia ended up blaming Abella for all this. She began to think that without Abella they would be back again. Because it’s easier. It was more comfortable blaming Abella.

‘That was why…….’

She shouldn’t have taken part in the killing of her daughter, no matter what Amerigo’s bullies threatened to do, and why did she intervene so guiltlessly?

Lorelia’s depths were all covered up.

Lorelia hoped that her misfortune was Abella’s fault. So may Abella take away her misfortune…….

In the eyes of innocent Simons, Lorelia met Carlo, and behind that, she faced her filthy mind.

Lorelia shuddered and collapsed.

Simons stared at her without a word. Complex emotions lingered in the gaze, poking over Lorelia’s back.

Lorelia thought as she crouched.

‘I don’t even deserve to die.’

It was not for Lorelia to even find peace in death. Lorelia must apologize to Abella and survive in this unforgivable hell. It wasn’t until Lorelia reached Simons that she realized that that was what she was supposed to do.

‘Carlo…… Did you mean to say that now?’

Her sweet son may have wanted to save Lorelia from the wretched hell. Simons patted Lorelia on the shoulder. A warm energy radiated from the place the small palm touched.

‘Don’t cry, Mother.’

She thought she can hear Carlo’s voice. Lorelia slowly closed her eyes.

*

It was immediately after Abella got up from bed that Amerigo, who had been soaked in silence, woke up. Abella ordered the servants to redecorate the house from the inside out. She firmly commanded the knights and employees of Amerigo.

Never again to let those who have the Amerigo last name pass through the gates of this mansion.

On the surface, Abella seemed to be in very good shape.

“…… What you gave Emperor Cade seems to have worked. Every time I put in sword decorations in the newly opened shop, they are selling like crazy.”

“Timur is weak against such superstitions.”

Abella smiled softly.

“Then shall we place more orders?”

“Good. I think it would be good to hire more craftsmen.”

Abella’s pale face was halved during her time in her sick bed. Small face, large eyes, chapped lips, and slender cheeks. Enoch frowned, upset.

“Today……. Would you like to go out for dinner? Getting some fresh air will make you feel better.”

Enoch cautiously suggested.

It was an offer with the intention of being rejected. Abella left no room for Enoch and since then has eaten alone.

“Alright.”

“Ah, what?”

Enoch rolled his eyes.

“Alright.”

Abella answered sarcastically. It was clearly a smiling face, but it felt as if the transparent eyes were going to pierce Enoch.

“Are, are you going to Yuri’s restaurant?”

This was an almost certain question. He would have guessed that Abella would have dinner with Yuri since she couldn’t give Enoch time alone. Abella shook her head slightly.

“No. If possible, let’s go outside Timur.”

Strange.

It’s really strange.

Abella accepts dinner with Enoch so easily? Louisa, who had been sitting quietly, glanced at the two of them and looked down at the paperwork again. In contrast to the confused Enoch, Luisa and Abella did not respond.

‘Am I the weird one?’

Enoch swallowed.

*

There was no particular intention in accepting Enoch’s proposal. She just thought it would be good. Everything Abella had believed was a lie and her world was falling apart. Abella had lost even keeping her value.

No matter what feelings Enoch had for Abella, or what expectations he had for Abella, it was no longer Abella’s business. She had already warned him enough and refused him.

And she really wanted some fresh air.

Somewhere other than the misty Timur, mixed with those who did not know her.

Abella sighed as she leaned her forehead against the carriage. Enoch wanted to go out with escort knights layer by layer, just in case. In fact, Enoch’s concern that Amerigo’s bullies could attack Abella’s carriage at any time was not wrong, so she accepted it.

As she didn’t want any more emotional exhaustion on her.