"Think about it again. The young master loves you very much, but his hands are
tied. He can''t even show his face in public. You two have supported each other for so many years to get to this point. Are you really going to throw it all away?"
Horace felt that Joanna was a person full of contradictions.
She could be gentle, she could be a decorative socialite, and she could be a powerful businesswoman.
Her personality was ever-changing, a reflection of her own internal conflict.
Joanna was frustrated and hurt. "Horace, do you think he knew about Robert''s identity all along?"
"I''m not sure about that," Horace admitted. "I only found out today myself."
"Hah..." Joanna let out a coldugh. "You see? He''s keeping secrets from me now."
"Don''t be impulsive. I''ll call the young master and ask. It''s probably just a mimunication between you two."
Horace hung up.
Joanna sat on her bed, tears silently streaming down her face.
She truly didn''t understand how things had spun so far out of her control.
That night, Natalie''s sleep was fitful. She dreamed again, reliving the horrific scene of her death.
"Natalie, go to hell!"
Sebastian''s malicious voice ripped her from the dream.
"Ah! No!" Natalie shot up in bed, looking around the unfamiliar room in a daze.
Why was she having these dreams again?
It had been a while.
She closed her eyes and slowly sat up, ncing at the phone on the bedside table. It was already eight o''clock.
Taking a deep breath, she got up to wash. When she came out, she went downstairs to make breakfast for Sebastian.
Sebastian heard noises from the kitchen and opened his bedroom door. Dressed in
a cozy white sweater, he leaned against the staircase, an involuntary smile spreading across his face as he watched Natalie busy in the kitchen.
About ten minutester, Natalie emerged with breakfast.
She was carrying two bowls of tomato and egg pasta when she looked up and saw Sebastian.
He was still standing by the stairs, but his style of dress was different from usual.
The casual white sweater softened the intimidating chill he usually exuded, making his features appear gentler.
Natalie paused, struck by the sight. It had been a long time since she''d seen Sebastian like this.
During the six months he was blind, she had loved dressing him in these kinds of cozy clothes. They made him seem less cold, radiating a warmth that made him look like a little sun when he smiled
Natalie found herself lost in memories of the past.
"Come down and eat," she said.
Her voice startled Sebastian. "Okay."
He descended the stairs gracefully and went to the dining room.
Natalie was already seated. She had also prepared two side dishes: sautéed greens and steamed cabbage.
Sebastian''s lips curved into a slight smile when he saw his favorite tomato and egg pasta. "Thank you."
He said the words and immediately lowered his head to eat.
Natalie stared at him, momentarily stunned. He ate with quiet elegance.
She nced out the window. The snow was falling, but hell hadn''t frozen over. Did Sebastian just say thank you?
After breakfast, Sebastian drove Natalie to work. The entire day, she felt as if she were floating.
It wasn''t until that afternoon that she came back to reality.
Sebastian picked her up to go to a banquet, and she finally snapped out of her daze. It had been an incredibly busy day. She continued working m the car.
As they pulled up to the venue, Sebastian finally spoke. "Natalie, take a break. We''re here."
"Okay, just a second," Natalie replied.
She quickly closed herptop. "Alright, let''s go."
The two of them got out of the car and walked toward the banquet hall.
Inside, Wendy was also in attendance.
"Mom, tonight''s banquet is spectacr. It''s a great opportunity for you to see the high life."
Hearing a familiar voice, Wendy
spun around and saw Joanna. Shet asked pointedly, "Joanna, what!?
did
you just call her Copfent belongs.