"Lady Navarre, it wasn't me who led Navarre Commerce into the river." Mr. Leo's round, chubby face showed a hint of helpless smile, as he softly corrected Lady Navarre: "It was Miss Anna."
Lady Navarre's tightly clasped fingers turned even paler.
Mr. Leo lowered his head and bent over, sincerely advising: "Please stop deceiving yourself. Can you really sever ties with Miss Anna? Can Navarre Commerce truly distance itself from Miss Anna?"
The hall was silent.
Suddenly, from beside the dining table came the sound of a burp.
Dan Ora, the elderly man, leisurely let out a long breath, put down his spoon, and wiped his mouth.
Lady Navarre and Fernando Leo unconsciously straightened up, directing their gaze towards the former head of the family, waiting for him to speak.
"When Anna was little, you all praised her for her keen insight." Dan Ora raised his eyelids and sighed: "Looking at it now, her insight was almost too good."
