Chapter 107.2
Luan sighed heavily, extending his arms as if reluctantly. Canilia accepted his offer of an arm, and they proceeded as escorts.
As they got into the waiting car after leaving the checkpoint, the outskirts of Del Casa spread out before them, not much different from the surrounding plains.
“You resemble your mother a lot.”
“First of all, let express my gratitude. Thank you for saving my mother.”
“It was your mother’s choice, and she had a strong will to live. Those people eventually find a way to survive.”
“Still, thank you, Luan.”
Luan’s ears reddened at hearing his na after such a long ti. He mischievously proposed, trying not to reveal his embarrassnt.
“Then, can I have a kiss?”
“That’s not possible. Absolutely not,” Canilia retorted firmly, her cheeks tinged with a blush. Luan shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Grand Duke Ihar must have taught you wrong.”
Tutting and moistening his lips, he eventually burst into laughter. Despite becoming another man’s woman, Luan missed her so much.
They didn’t need to intertwine their bodies or exchange kisses. Just seeing her sparkling smile was enough to make his heart flutter as if he possessed the world.
It was an irrational emotion, but Luan’s feelings for Canilia were filled with sothing pure and inexplicable, far beyond re desire or fondness.
Canilia’s face, which had been gazing out the window with a lonely expression, began to brighten.
The flag of the kingdom fluttered, revealing the grand duke’s residence in the distance. Her tension transferred to him, making his heart pound. Unbeknownst to himself, Ian tightly grasped Canilia’s hand.
They had arrived at the main entrance of the grand archduke’s residence. Crossing a sowhat barren garden, Canilia finally faced the face she had longed for.
Although she seed uncomfortable walking, she couldn’t take her eyes off her mother, who was wearing a beautiful dress and waiting by the car.
“Mother…”
Tears burst forth before the car door even opened.
Laura was the sa. As soon as she spotted Lia, Laura clung to the car window and shed transparent tears.
“My baby…”
*****
Owen quietly left his study after confirming that the docunts he had piled up on his desk the previous night had been neatly organized and delivered to each departnt. This phenonon continued even after Canilia left for Geore.
Although he was usually devoted to his work, these days the master behaved as if he couldn’t survive without it.
It was far better than drowning himself in alcohol or pursuing won and descending into debauchery, but it still consud his lifespan.
Perhaps it would have been more comforting for the people around him if he had indulged in alcohol or entertainnt.
When Owen stood in front of Claude’s bedroom, Jasmine called out to him from a distance.
“Don’t wake him up. The study light has been on all night. Is he busy?”
“Yes, he has a lot of work, but… I think he’s having trouble sleeping.”
“Hmm, it must be because Lady Lia isn’t here.”
“Because he loves her so much.”
“Well, my father was like that, so there’s no way his son wouldn’t be the sa.”
Both of them turned to look at the portrait of Maximilian hanging on the wall.
“I heard they brought in new miners at the mine. The mining operations are going well, and they recently found black diamonds. I suppose he’s trying to catch up on the backlog of work.”
“Take good care of Claude.”
“Don’t worry.”
Jasmine smiled bitterly and left. Owen, instead of waking up Claude, went to Carso’s room.
Even though the sun was already at its zenith, Carso’s room still carried a strong scent of perfu. He had left the mansion last night to attend the opera and returned with the scent of a woman clinging to him.
“Ahem, Lord Carso. Please wake up.”
Owen woke Carso up while thinking about the tasks he needed to take care of. But Carso only tossed and turned, unable to get up.
This ti, it was when Owen pulled the rope to wake Carso that he heard a faint knocking sound from the tightly closed window.
Tap, tap.
A small knock ca from the firmly shut window. There, a carrier pigeon was perched, tying a note to its leg and grooming its feathers.
Owen opened the window and untied the note attached to the carrier pigeon’s leg.
“Lord Carso, did you send a carrier pigeon?”
After throwing food to the carrier pigeon, Owen looked at the black ash-stained note and surmised that it must have co from the Valencia Mine.
“Lord Carso, you really need to wake up.”
As Owen shook Carso again with a growing sense of urgency, he rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly, scratching his throat.
“Owen, yawn… Isn’t it too early? Give a break for a day. There won’t be much for to do since my brother has a lot of work.”
“That’s your opinion, Carso. A carrier pigeon has arrived.”
Carso, who regained his senses at the ntion of a carrier pigeon, also noticed the dove perched on the top shelf. He unfolded the note handed to him by Owen.
With his eyes half-awake, he began reading the note. His expression gradually hardened, and soon he turned pale.
“U-Urgently wake up my brother! Imdiately!”
Carso quickly changed into his outdoor clothes and roughly combed his hair.
“Partial collapse in the mine. Ten trapped. Requesting rescue.”
In an instant, drowsiness vanished.
Carso rushed out of the room toward where the Duke was. When he rudely opened the door to Canilia’s bedroom, he saw Claude, who had just woken up and sat up in bed.
With an unfocused gaze, he stared straight ahead and tilted his head. Claude’s brow furrowed as if he didn’t appreciate Carso entering this room.
“Why are you here at this hour…?”
“Sothing terrible has happened!”
“Terrible?”
Carso rose from his bed and handed the note delivered by the carrier pigeon to Claude, who was dressed in a robe.
“The mine collapsed, and the workers are trapped!”
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