"Harold... You actually have no obligation to take care of me. Go to Emily then. You love her. I know it."
"So that 'she' meant Miss Emily?" Harold asked.
"You may leave," said Stephanie, unwilling to speak further.
"I have always loved her," Harold said.
"I know," Stephanie said as she opened her eyes with tears hanging on her eyelashes.
"You don't know. Wendy," Harold raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her eyelashes.
Stephanie looked at him in a daze.
Every time he was going to say something serious, he would always call her name like this.
"It is not what you think." Harold looked at Stephanie. His voice was very calm, but it was also full of solemnity, "She is my master, Miss Emily, and she will be my master for my life, but she is not you."