When she knelt earlier, her right leg had given out, leaving her weight on her left. Clearly, her right leg was ruined.
I swallowed the sting in my eyes and pulled the coat tighter around me.
“Grant her request.”
I looked at the man beside her.
“And you? Should I call you brother-in-law?”
Hearing that, Sophia’s eyes lit with relief. She bowed her head heavily to me.
“Thank you for letting me go, young master!”
I said no more. I simply turned and left the hall.
Not long after, my father came into my room.
“Ethan, don’t force yourself. The organization has plenty of excellent mercenaries besides Sophia Lane. All I care about is that my son is happy.”
I raised my head and looked at him.
“Dad, go to the Hart family. I’ll marry Emily Hart.”
My father frowned.
“The Harts are a top-tier family. Marrying into them would help us clean our name, but their daughter is… not right in the head. Ethan, I don’t want you marrying out of spite.”
I cut him off.
“This has nothing to do with spite. At least a fool won’t betray me.”
My father sighed deeply but said nothing more.
That night, in the silence of my room, I felt someone enter and stop by my bedside. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know who it was.