Chapter 7.1

The Marquis leaned against the window holding a cut cigar between his fingers. Lia appeared from behind the angel statue after snow began to fall after a three-hour lull. The child covered her head with both hands as she walked towards the mansion, and Betty met her at the entrance with a warm fluffy coat. He watched Lia entering the mansion with Betty and then turned his gaze to his wife, who was reading in bed.

“If you are going to raise him as a boy, you will need to learn respect.”

Anastasia did not answer her husband as she continued to read, and the Marquis turned to her with a rigid face, “Anastasia!” The Marquis called her name while biting down on his cigar and Anastasia slowly raised her head.

“You say I punished Lia because I do not know respect?”

“No, I believe your respect to be one-sided. Lia is our child now, and slapping her is too much,” said the Marquis.

“I taught Lia her place, and since you left her education to me, leave me be.”

“Her place?” He asked as his anger grew.

“I punished him for the sake of the Vale name! He will not make another mistake due to what happened today. If he doesn’t make another mistake, I won’t do it again.”

The Marquis smoked his cigar while Anastasia calmed down, and he realized how blindly she loved Kieran. She had become extremely sensitive since Canillia had come to the house, and her husband and servants all saw it. She stood up and went to sit down in front of the dressing table to braid her hair.

“I would have punished Kieran for tarnishing the Vale name too.”

“You think Lia did that?”

“Being forgiven for mistakes makes one weak.”

“You honestly believe a child’s mistake will tarnish the Vale name? Your words disgrace the family!” The Marquis left his trembling wife, and although it was late at night, the family butler, Anher, followed the tired Marquis.

“Did you find her yet?” The Marquis inquired.

“She seems to have left town. Some say she went away to find her child, and others say she met with an accident.”

The Marquis walked inside the cold library with an expressionless face, and the butler lit the fireplace. He watched the flames as the butler turned the logs around before ringing the bell.

“You’ll catch a cold. I am sending for tea.”

“Anher, do you see this?” The Marquis took out a small leather box from the bottom of a shelf, and the family crest said that only the family head could open the box.

Anher locked the door and stood in front of his master. “It’s what you have mentioned before.”

The Marquis opened the box, and a d