In Timur, employees glanced at Enoch in attempts to come up with new scandals. However, there was something much more important to Enoch now than scandals.

‘This is such a breathtaking place.’

Enoch stuck out his tongue and called Abella’s name.

“Abella, have you woken up yet?”

“Yes, I’ve woken up already, Enoch.”

Abella, with the help of a maid, put on a robe and opened a door.

“What’s going on?”

“Good things, Abella.”

Enoch shook his head and exhaled a small breath of relief.

He was really worried. So, as soon as he woke up in the morning, he came to look for Abella. He was afraid that something might’ve happened to her overnight.

Abella asked back a question as if she was dumbfounded.

“What?”

“I thought you might’ve died last night.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, I thought my heart would hurt so much to the point of me becoming violent. Just think about it. Death-drowning violence!”

Enoch snorted.

He had red hair and milky skin. There was no way that a rare foreigner from Timur would be able to understand the closed, selfish people of Amerigo.

But as if he was worried, Enoch looked around and sighed several times, and Abella laughed more thanks to him.

“I’m fine. I’ll be okay in the future as well.”

“Really?”

“Of course, Enoch. Don’t worry, your payments will never be cut off.”

Enoch laughed at Abella’s words.

“You’re still sharp. Ah, you really are fine!”

Only then did Enoch pat Abella on the shoulder as if he was relieved. Enoch told her to see him during breakfast, turning around afterward.

Still, Enoch’s affectionate worries made Abella feel a little better. How many people were genuinely worried about Abella within this mansion?

With a smile, Abella looked back at the maid.

“There should be a blue satin dress within the luggage I brought here. Bring it out and prepare a pearl necklace along with earrings. My shoes should be .. black.”

“Yes, Miss.”

She chose the most noble and daunting outfit.

Her relatives, who were still staying here, would gather at the dining hall.

Unlike yesterday, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. Well, afterall, she was tired yesterday.

She missed Carlo and didn’t want to say anything. However, not every day could be the same as yesterday.

In order to protect Amerigo and Simon, just as Carlo’s will desired, she must be strong.

Abella clenched her fist.

The outfits Abella picked out added an air of dignity to her. While looking at a mirror, she molded her face until she looked like her mother.

A cool and daunting expression.

‘..That’s it.’

At times like this, she would think that she had something to learn from her mother. It was ridiculous.

“Mistress.”

“Let Simon’s breakfast be served in his room. For a while, at least.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

With the last word of Amerigo’s mistress, the dining hall went silent. They continued their meal while paying attention to who would possibly speak first.

It was all because of a foreign presence named Abella.

Clink.

Breakfast time may be difficult for them to endure, but it was hard for Abella as well. The dining hall, where all of her relatives were gathered, was immersed in quiet silence. It was a white-haired gentleman who broke the silence.

“I guess the meal is gone.”

It wasn’t possible for them to stay silent.

Enoch tapped his chest and drank some water. The first to tackle Abella during breakfast was an old gentleman with white hair.

He was the oldest adult in the Amerigo family, and was the younger brother of the Duke three generations ago.

“Little Grandfather.”

“I’m ashamed of my family, just as I am with my nephew and grandchild. Don’t call me that!” shouted Grandfather Gilmus while he shook his white beard

Abella put down the dishes and wiped her mouth.

It seemed as though her chest was already clogged up.

‘I need to take some digestive medicine.’

With a small sigh, Abella threw a cool gaze at Gilmus. She didn’t waste time at Vincent, and became strong enough during her eight years staying there. She learned how to stand firmly amongst those who hate her.

Unlike the time of which she was a child, she came to accept the cold reality. Even in Vincent, no one would take the side of a child from a foreign country. Her old nanny, who had left with her, became ill and died, leaving Abella completely alone.