Chapter 507
Her grandfather had devoted himself wholeheartedly to paving the way for the toke’s estate. It was his unwavering support that elevated the Duke of Suffield to pow.
Yet when the old man was wrongfully insprisoned, not a single soul at the duke’s estate dared to speak on his behalf.
Even Eloise turned a blind eye to his plight.
Athena had once believed that in the face of ruin, people would simply pentect their own. But what she saw was far worse. Those at the duke’s estate. didn’t just turn their backs on her grandfather, they struck him while he was already down.
Her chest burned. It hurt to breathe as she thought about how her grandfather had survived such cruelty, and how she, unwillingly, had too
Tears streamed down Athena’s face, each drop striking Xander’s heart with equal pain.
He reached out and gently brushed away the tears on Athena’s face, his voice soft as he promised, “I’ve got you covered. You won’t have to worry about anything from now on.”
Xander vowed to be Athena’s shelter from every storm, to keep her sade, and to see her live in peace and happiness.
Athena’s eyes were red and swollen from crying, her utterly broken look wrenching Xander’s heart.
With trembling lips, Athena murmured to Xander, “Please, be careful
Athena vaguely sensed that her grandfather’s case would have far–reaching implications.
There was no way Kander could reopen the case without word getting out. He was going to be in danger.
Xander smiled faintly at her anxious words. “I’ll be fine. I might be gone from Pidence City for a while, but if anything happens, don’t act on your own. Just wait for me. We’ll get through it together.”
Athena nodded softly and whispered, “Wright”
After one last lingering look at Athena, Xander strode away without a backward glance.
With him gone, the grand chamber all at once felt hollow
Even as sunlight streamed down on Athena, she felt none of its warmth.
When Trina came in with the coffee, she found Athena standing motionless, her gaze vacant, looking like a lost soul
Startled, Trina hurriedly set the coffee down and rushed to Athena “My lady, what’s wrong?” she asked anxiously.
Athena slowly snapped out of her daze, her eyes struggling to focus before she managed a trembling, profoundly relieved smile at Trina. Her voice shook with emotion as she said, “Trina, there’s finally news about my grandfather, he’s still alive.”
Trina’s eyes widened in surprise at the news. Then, just like Athena, a joyous smile spread across her face.
Tears mingled with Trina’s smile as she nodded to Athena and said softly, “You’re not alone, you still have family.”
With her voice choked, Athena told Trina, “You mustn’t breathe a word of this, understand?”
Even without Athena’s warming. Trina understood
d the gravity of the situation.
She nodded emphatically, her eyes filled with determination. “You can rest assured, even if it costs me my life, I won’t breathe a word.”
No sooner had Trina finished speaking than Athena gavel
her a light tap on the forehead and glared at her with mock annoyance. “Why bring up death for
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no reason? Don’t jinx it!”
“Oops, I was just joking, my lady!” Trina said, rubbing the spot on her forehead where Athena had tapped her. 5, a warmth bloomed in her chest
Trina thought, “To have such a kind–hearted lady in this lifetime, I must have truly done something good in my past lives to deserve such a blessing
With an ingratiating smile, she carefully picked up the cup and offered it to Athena
Trina hadn’t expected the cup to be so scalding hot. In that instant, her fingers slipped, and the cup crashed to the Boor.
It shattered into countless pieces, leaving Trina standing rooted to the spot, utterly at a loss.
Marquita burst in upon hearing the commotion, her eyes sweeping the room in alarm. “What happened? What happened? Lady Athena, are you hurt?”
One look at the scene and Marquita knew, Trina had messed up again.
Marquita pointed her feather duster at Trina and scolded, “Trinal How many cups have you broken this month alone? If you keep this up, Lady Athena won’t be able to put up with your butterfingers anymore!”
Though Marquita was scolding harshly, she swiftly knelt down to clean up the mess herself.
Trina knew that despite her sharp tongue, Marquita wasn’t truly harsh at heart.
AD

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