Murry looked at her tired face. He noticed how she let out a long sigh. Slowly, the very serious, strict expression on his face softened. The corners of his mouth lifted. Murry smiled a very warm, genuine smile. It was a kind smile, like a grandfather looking at his granddaughter.
"My Lady," Murry continued, speaking softly so his voice would not echo in the large hallway. "The old Duke also sent another very important message."
Camilla turned her head to look at him. She raised a delicate eyebrow. "What message?" she asked.
Murry placed his hands neatly behind his back again. He stood up very straight.
"The old Duke instructed that from now on, you will be completely in charge of everything here in this mansion," Murry announced clearly.
Camilla blinked. She was surprised. "Me?"
