Bab 367: Someone Of High Birth

Inside the cozy cottage, Oriana sat vigilantly by her grandpa's side, gently dabbing his feverish face and hands with a cool, damp cloth. His temperature seemed to be steadily on the rise.

"Miss Verner, arrangements have been made for you and Mr. Verner to depart from this place. Both of you will accompany us," the knight announced firmly.

"Can't you see that Grandpa is in no condition to go anywhere?" Oriana retorted, her gaze piercing the knight. "Furthermore, I have no intention of leaving. This is our home."

"Miss Verner..."

"I've told you before, I am not Miss Verner. You've mistaken me for someone else," she declared, then turned her attention back to her ailing grandpa.

"Whether you accept it or not, that is the truth. You are not commoners; you hail from a family of high birth. Your status is far greater than you might imagine," the knight insisted.