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'So, it's true… the Fourth Young Master… is the Saint of Aqua…' Emir's thoughts spiraled in panic. 'Is that why the Viscount kept everything hidden…? Does that mean… that useless son of mine… knew…?'
Emir's mind raced uncontrollably.
'That bastard… he swore loyalty to him… to the Saint…!'
A flicker of resentment crossed his thoughts.
Towards his son, Castor, who choose someone over his blood-related Father.
Towards the House of Everette, who, in Emir's opinion, are nothing but a hypocritical noble household who pretends to be clean and righteous when at the end of the day, they were still nobles and they still need to answer to those who were in high authority.
Towards Scarlette Overland, who meddle with someone else's business when it didn't involve her.
More than anything, Emir loathed the crimson-haired woman the most because of her presence alone that shattered all of his future plans, and he cursed mentally because of it.
