Love's Perfect Match

Since Elspeth already possessed considerable power, the phrase "becoming stronger" might not be accurate when describing her. In all of Damoria, and wherever she went, she was respected.

However, Gilbert knew what she meant by that. She wanted to have absolute dominance and control and not be led around by anyone or anything. He felt conflicted but still comforted her, saying, "This matter isn't urgent. The most important thing is—"

"It is urgent," she said, touching the diary. Her voice was gentle but firm. "My mom has already passed away, proving I arrived too late."

Suddenly, he felt what he said lacked depth, so he changed the subject. "What are you going to do next? Are you going to retrieve Miss Joneson's remains?"

At the mention of the body, she visibly stiffened. When she thought about the possibility of seeing her mother's body, she could not calm down for a long time. However, Elspeth's emotions suddenly relaxed when she finally saw the body. There was no expression of pain on her mother's face, and merely a calm smile as if what had happened didn't affect her emotionally. In other words, the death was a relief.

On the other hand, Isabel was squatting beside the casket, looking dazed. When Elspeth approached, Isabel didn't even notice her and stared blankly for a long time until tears slowly streamed down her face.

"Elspeth—" Isabel's eyes were red and swollen as if she had been crying for a long time, and then she threw herself into Elspeth's arms.

Helplessly, Elspeth patted her back. "Don't cry anymore. It's okay. It's all over now."

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't heard that conversation and told Miss Joneson, maybe things wouldn't have ended like this. It's my fault. I indirectly killed Miss Joneson... Elspeth, you hate me, don't you? I know I can't get your forgiveness. I wish I could leave this world with Miss Joneson—"

Hearing that, Elspeth felt even more compassion for her upon seeing her face filled with self-reproach and guilt.

Even if you hadn't told her, she would have

gone. I really don't know what to

she go back

Elspeth with a lost

little sister. If you want, you can change your name to Isabel Lynwood. I'll take care of you from now

for telling Helena those words. Instead, Elspeth even

you, Elspeth."

in a low voice, "I think you've been here for a

refuse, but he immediately understood what she meant and nodded

Helena. Soon, Isabel was also

and couldn't help but sigh. "Mom, you're as stubborn

...

the crisp air,

him leaning against a tree trunk by the door, smoking with an elegant posture but with a hint of melancholy. Due to its suffocating and detrimental effects, she disliked the scent of cigarette smoke. In contrast, when he smoked, she detected an indescribable allure about him. She felt a bit shy as

time, and

had already forgotten about that incident, but seeing the clean and

expression, he realized she might be

saying anything. The atmosphere between them was a bit