Her serious expression really called out to the old Mr. Seymour.
The hall fell into silence.
If the old Mr. Seymour wasn't desperately holding it in, he might have fallen ill right then. After waiting for so long, he finally waited until today. It wasn't for nothing that he held out until now.
"Grandfather, do you wish to see me in pain?" Melody Thorne seriously looked at him, "Is choosing a path of pain for me what you truly wish for?"
Mr. Seymour's gaze was complex, "Let's decide it like this. One day, you will understand my good intentions. Ten days from now, you will marry Hans Montrose."
