"Rest earlier, Father. I'm going back first!"
Fane nodded his head and left.
"Al-alright. My son is truly grown up. And s o mature too—much more mature than
Lance!"
After Fane left, Nash lay on the bed, gratitude written all over his face.
The next morning, the members of the branch family who had stayed the night began to head back.
Everything seemed normal.
However, no one thought that Hudson, who was talking to the two daughters of the Woods family in a pavilion, would actually observe Lancelot heading toward Fane’s place.
"Strange. Why is he going to Fane's place? The rest of the branch family members have already left. Why hasn't he left? Why has he gone to see Fane instead?”
Hudson frowned as he stared at Lancelot’s back, suspicion carved on his expression.
He had been thoroughly embarrassed yesterday. He had wanted to kill Fane, but h e had not been able to lay even a finger on him before he was eliminated.
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