Prologue. Goodbye. “Your mother wants a divorce.” Count Collins looked as composed as ever, but Isabella could tell— He was rattled. His anxious eyes, the way his fingers couldn’t stay still as he held his teacup… He looked like a cornered herbivore with nowhere to run. Having made reckless investments in the mana stone busin...
Prologue. Goodbye. “Your mother wants a divorce.” Count Collins looked as composed as ever, but Isabella could tell— He was rattled. His anxious eyes, the way his fingers couldn’t stay still as he held his teacup… He looked like a cornered herbivore with nowhere to run. Having made reckless investments in the mana stone business, the Count was already bankrupt. His entire fortune and estate were gone. With only his wife and daughter left to rely on, now even his wife was turning her back on him. No wonder he looked like he had hit rock bottom. ‘Well, he brought it on himself.’ Regardless, Isabella took a calm sip of her tea and smiled with ease. “So?” “She seems to have lost her mind. She won’t even listen to me. Maybe you could try talking to her—” “Of course she’s lost her mind.” “…What?
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