"You monster!" she yelled, her voice trembling with rage and desperation. "What did you do to my father?"
Taehyung gripped her shoulders and pressed her against the couch, hovering above her. Y/N struggled, cursing him for her father's condition.
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After the hearty tea and chat, Lee approached Y/n with a respectful nod. "Miss Y/n, I must inform you that your father had initially postponed his meetings to welcome you, but an urgent matter came up. He had to attend it immediately. He will meet you at dinner."
Y/n sighed softly, a mixture of disappointment and understanding in her eyes. "I understand, Lee. Thank you for letting me know."
Lee bowed slightly before stepping back. Maria, sensing Y/n's weariness from the journey, stood up and motioned for her to follow. "Come, dear. Let's get you settled into your room. You must be exhausted."
As they walked through the grand corridors of the villa, Y/n took in the luxurious surroundings. The marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and ornate chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm glow. The walls were adorned with elegant tapestries and family portraits, each telling a story of the lineage she was a part of.
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Maria led her up the wide, sweeping staircase, the banister carved with intricate designs. They passed through hallways with large windows that overlooked the sprawling gardens, the lush greenery a welcome sight after her long journey.
Finally, they reached Y/n's room. Maria opened the double doors to reveal a spacious, beautifully decorated bedroom. The large canopy bed was draped with soft, silk linens in shades of cream and gold. A plush, velvet armchair sat by the window, overlooking the serene garden below. The room was filled with subtle touches of elegance-a crystal vase with fresh flowers on the dresser, a beautifully embroidered rug on the polished wooden floor, and delicate lace curtains that fluttered gently in the breeze.
Y/n placed her leather jacket on the side arm of a chair and looked around, a sense of familiarity and comfort washing over her. Maria watched her with a fond smile. "You always loved this room," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I hope it still feels like home to you."
Y/n nodded, her eyes softening. "It does, Maria. It really does."
Maria walked over to the large, antique wardrobe and opened it, revealing neatly arranged clothes. "Your father had the staff prepare everything for your arrival. You should find everything you need here."
