Damien shrugged his shoulder. Without imparting any words to reply or exchange, he started to walk out of the mansion. His footsteps taking him on the lonely bridge that stood in the air.
When Grace returned, she walked inside as if she had done nothing wrong today. Like her day had been of bliss if it weren't for her brother who returned back to only slap her amidst the crowd. She gritted her teeth. She had been shamed in front of people, in front of the higher-ups like the Lord and the Duke, the very same man whom a few months ago she had been chasing.
And all because of that mere slave who was nothing but worthless. How could he slap her for a mere slave of no value? Someone as negligible as that girl who was a girl who came recently while she was his sister. Blood-related! She couldn't wait to tell it out to her father. Knowing well how her father didn't take well of physical abuse on her.
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