PBPGD

CHAPTER 93

Jasmine picked up one of the letters.

With the sound of the door opening, Claude walked in with a stiff look on his face. His bangs were a bit wet, probably from washing his face.

Claude move towards Jasmine, then his gaze turned to see the open drawer.

"What is this, Claude?"

To that question, Claude lowered his upper body without giving an answer and closed the drawer.

An attitude of unwavering displeasure.

His hand was firmly pressed against the closed drawer.

"Letters from the owner."

"You don't seem to be the owner."

"I thought of burning it, or giving it back."

So far, Jasmine had always seen her son as someone who's kind despite his harsh words and actions.

But it was different now. His rough appearance was obvious, that he's trying to get out of the situation as if he had been caught cheating.

"That's not it."

Jasmine stood up, scowling at Claude, like he was an enemy.

"Even if a war breaks out and the country turns upside down, there's nothing more difficult for me than the matter of my family. No matter what happens, don't hurt Lady Canillia. That pain will eventually come to you."

"Don't nag me. Because I'm fully experiencing it."

With a cold response, Claude pulled his chair and began to look at the
documents again.

Jasmine stepped aside and looked down at her son.

'How can you resemble your father so much?'

That stubbornness and possessiveness will certainly bring about a big deal.

Jasmine could tell without having to go through it.

Just in time, a servant brought a tea and bowed when he saw Jasmine.

"I'll pretend that I didn't see it, so better take care of it before the ceremony. Well then, I'll have to finish preparing to greet the guests."

At that, the busily moving sound of the quill suddenly stopped.

After Jasmine left, Claude opened the drawer where the letters are.

His mother was right.

He was more hesitant in telling about some sheets of paper than when he declared a war or deciding on Marquis Selby's execution.

Pain.

His heart feels heavy from just a small secret.

After washing his face dry, he leaned on the chair with both hands drooping to the side and stared at the ceiling.

His eyes, which had only been blue, darkened like the abyss.

***

In the North, the spring season comes a bit late. The capital and the Southern part were already covered with fresh greenery, but the citizen in the Northern part still need to wear a thin coat.

Through the still cold air, two carriages and five cars enter the Grand Palace, one after another.

The gardeners took their hats off and gave their courtesy while still at work.

One by one, the servants lined up in front of the main door.

As the faded sunlight permeated through, the guests wearing stylish hats opened the window and were caught by the beauty of Del Casa before their eyes.