After leaving, Lucas did not return to his own residence. Instead, he went directly to Lady Lian's house.
When the door opened, the woman was inside mending her precious orchids. The moment she saw the frighteningly dark expression upon his face, the tiny shovel nearly slipped from her hands.
"Lucas? What is the matter—"
The man stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a loud thud.
Lady Lian froze. "Lucas… what are you—"
"Godmother." Lucas looked at her steadily, his voice far harsher than usual. "Why did you not tell me the truth about Caelith?"
The color drained instantly from Lady Lian's face. "What... what is it that you know?"
"I investigated it myself," Lucas replied coldly. "Did you truly believe that sending her into the Imperial Prison would leave no trace behind? I merely called upon a few connections and uncovered everything. If word of this were ever to spread beyond these walls, do you understand what consequences would follow?"
