I had no choice but to nod.
When we arrived at the Holden Mansion, I hesitated to leave the carriage without the servant's reminders.
As soon as Hazel Brown, a maid, saw me respect the servants of the Holden Mansion, I couldn't help but sob. She handed me the mirror so I could see my face.
"My lady, you must have endured so much in the past three years. How did you become like this?” The servant was worried while staring at the reflection of the mirror.
I looked completely lifeless. My face had become so thin I almost lost its flesh.
Still, I tried to force a smile. No matter how joyfully I tried, my expression remained somewhat bitter.
"General Smith is here!" Someone announced it as loud as they could, signaling Callum's approaching steps.
I started feeling nervous, as if my heart almost skipped a beat.
It had been three years since we last met. Every time I dream back at midnight, Callum's face scared me.
At that moment, my worries were exposed to the public. Well, someone had bribed the maid beside me and created the whole drama.
Everyone knew the admiration I had with my brother.