Chương 1291: A Historic Event In Dafaren

Tilda began counting her steps in her mind while staring at the well-detailed stone looks beneath her feet.

The artwork was truly magnificent and was grander and more inviting than several others across the same estate. 

But no matter how stunning it looked, Tilda had no mind to appreciate its beauty.

She dug her nails into her gown, holding it up and trying her best to advance in the most inconspicuous way. 

Shiver. Shiver. Shiver.

Her body continuously shivered from fright the further she advanced into the grand estate. 

And from time to time, she would also peek around, hoping that she could disappear altogether. 

Why? Why did she have to come back to this dreadful place?

Tilda had never had fond memories of this place, especially since her Grandfather was disgusted by her. 

She had to pay a yearly visit to him and would no doubt stay here for a week or so.