"Wait a minute, my head isn't following."
Katarina, who had heard everything from me, said, processing it while cradling her forehead.
I could understand.
How could she easily accept being the daughter of an aristocrat, and that her younger siblings are half-brothers and half-sisters that her mother gave birth to through eloping with a gardener?
Not a problem.
Because there is plenty of time anyway. We took one of the many rooms in Lonwell's mansion, so she didn't have to worry about people staring at her.
I waited for Katarina, stroking her back.
After a while, as if she had finally pulled her thoughts together, Katarina spoke with a sharply addled look.
She drawled, "…I understand everything you say. That Lonwell is my biological father and has been supporting me without my knowledge. But one way or another, he is my parents' murderer."
"Yes."
"He killed my parents right in front of my eyes and that scene is still vivid in my eyes. I will never forgive him."
"Yes."
