"Cousin, do you really look down on me like this?"
Ole hissed.
He couldn't understand why Anna would rather be seen as a joke than obediently cooperate with them.
Why was it necessary,
Where did the other party's confidence come from, or was she simply holding on with false bravado?
"I suggest you think it over..." He sneered.
"No need."
This time, Anna did not hesitate.
She rang the bell on the table and asked the butler to call in the caretaker to push her away, ending this conversation: "Because I don't have any faith in you at all."
"I look down on both you and the future you have planned."
Anna said calmly, "Those who abandon art will also be abandoned by art. Those who believe beauty can be measured by money will ultimately be fooled by the market. Wealth is merely a tool to reach eternal beauty, not the reason we embark on a journey to seek the Muse."
