One of Irene's hands was firmly held by Ronald.
The other hand was always hidden in the sleeve, clutching a letter tightly.
The person who had bumped into her just now had stuffed it into her hand.
Irene had pretended to be interested in choosing cat food along the way, but her heart had already fallen on that letter.
Who gave it to her? Was it Father who had chased after her? She knew that Father wouldn't let Ronald off so easily. But if it was Father, he could have just sent troops to surround him. Who could it be?
Irene's imagination ran wild all the way until she returned to the manor. She pulled her hand out of Ronald's hand and said, "You go back first. I want to walk alone."
"What's wrong? I saw that you were absent-minded along the way. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"