"Dad, have you ever heard if Jenna has relations with us, the Moore family?" She frowned, seeming to be thinking about something.
Nuncio raised his head.
He thought of something and shook his head.
In fact, when he was very young, he had heard of Flavian, his biological uncle, who had developed an intense relationship with a woman and ignored his grandfather's objections. He had married the woman, who then gave birth to a daughter, angering his grandfather. Then, his grandfather had disowned him and chased him out. He then met his demise out there.
However, these had all been brought up by the elders back home. At that time, he was very young and didn't understand such adults' matters. Thus, he paid no heed to it.
"Dad, it seems that Madam Lilian is not very willing to help. Then, your task may not be able to be completed." Jaqueline was a little anxious for Nuncio and sighed helplessly.
Nuncio narrowed his eyes and said, "You should go to bed first. It's my business. You don't have to worry about it. What about you? When will you find your Mr. Right?"
Jaqueline's face blushed the moment she heard that.
"Dad, I'll be leaving first." She didn't want to talk to Nuncio about this problem, but avoiding it was not the right way. She was not young anymore. Year after year, Nuncio dredged up this topic more frequently whenever he saw her.
Nuncio stared at her back and shook his head. Right then, his daughter's marriage was really giving him a hard time.
As night enveloped the dark garden, the Ink Garden was quiet and peaceful, with the breeze blowing gently. The ambience was still immersed in the atmosphere of Vivian's passing.
Madam Lilian stood in front of the window and looked at the Ink Garden that was engulfed in darkness. She heaved a sigh of relief.
"Madam, it seems that Nuncio has motives for staying here." Quina stood by and mentioned it with a smile on her face.
The corner of Madam Lilian's mouth twitched, and her eyes were gloomy.
When Nuncio had come to propose a toast to her, she immediately understood his intentions.
As a political figure, she had a keen eye for political intent.
Therefore, she avoided him skillfully.
"Madam, he probably came to ask you for your help in the current controversial issues in international politics." Quina sighed, and her tone was weak.
Madam Lilian turned around and slowly paced to the couch to sit down have a seat
After a while, she looked away from the screen and stated calmly, "Quina, this is a topic related to territorial disputes. It is a matter stemming from historical complexities and can't be solved through political and diplomatic means."
Quina nodded and handed her a glass of water and a few pills.
"Madam, it's time for your medicine." She reminded her in a low voice.
"Okay, thank you." Madam Lilian put down the tablet, took both the water and medicine, and swallowed them in one gulp.
"Madam, now, a country is using this as an excuse to launch a war against Tamberland. It also has been divided into several small states to besiege this country, making the situation look unpromising. Nuncio probably came to ask for your help under the cabinet's pressure. Madam, it is true that you cannot change the status quo. After all, this is not a small matter, but a deep-rooted national crisis," Quina explained, but the issue gnawed at her all the same. If Madam Lilian could express her opinions on behalf of the United Nations and vote against it during the United Nations' meeting, then it might ease Tamberland's diplomatic ties to an unprecedented effect and win the public sense of justice. This way, many smaller countries would dare to take a stand and support Tamberland's situation. This was indeed a good choice and an excellent opportunity, but Madam Lilian might not be willing to do so.
That was so, unless the Minister of Foreign Affairs was someone else!
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