The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Rex Quill?"

Frank frowned-this was his first time hearing that name.

"Why did you have to blab?!"

Eric shot an accusing look at Tim, shaking his head. "Please, Mr. Lawrence. It's just rumors and speculation among the servants. Don't take it too seriously..."

"It doesn't matter. The governor's days are numbered," Tim retorted, determined. "And how long do you think we could live like this, Eric?"

That was enough to shut Eric up, and he once again looked troubled.

"Mr. Lawrence."

most polite scion I've ever met, and you aren't dismissive of us underlings at all. I won't lie to you-Eric and I were war orphans who lost our father to the war. "The governor took in many children like us-children of his lost

you can see, the Quills think of us as peasants, a bunch of homeless

sentence for Tim, shaking his head and sighing as he came clean too. "Sure, whenever the governor returns, we'd

his lip and sighed. "We're reduced to doormen, suffering all

at Tim's hip. "Hell, his hip was injured

silence because they took our families hostage, forcing them to work

shed tears just

to turn off a faucet, and

"What..."

by the atrocities happening

eyes widened in

the other hand, Jean snorted coolly. "Hmph. I knew