Chapitre 197: Lucius - Part 1

Have you ever heard of the calm before the storm?

I have, and I have experienced it first-hand.

There was a time when I had a very peaceful week in my father's manor. My father was away on a business trip while Fiona was busy with the social parties with the ladies in the neighborhood. What about me? I was busy enjoying the peacefulness of my attic room.

It was one of those rare days when I could sleep on a hard bed rather than the cold underground floor, and it was also one of those rare days when Anna could openly bring me warm soup to fill my stomach. I was happy, at least for a little while.

Though all the jeers and the dirty looks I got from the maids never ceased, I didn't have to spend my days under bloodied clothes and painful wounds. At that time, I was the cursed daughter of the Quinn family.