Previously, Elara had tried to stay positive, leaning on her daughter as a source of support. Now, with her gone, Elara felt utterly alone.
How could she not break?
When a woman couldn't get attention from her man, even after doing so much, what else could she do?
So, now that it had come to this, and she had someone to pour out her grievances to, Elara had become a little incoherent, muddled.
She no longer cared about her image, noble etiquette, or decency. She no longer cared whether this incident would shape their view of her forever.
She just wanted to know whether she still had it in her.
Whether she was still… beautiful enough to draw a reaction from men.
Even if… even if it was from her friend's son.
"Sigh… Aunt Elara, you are losing yourself."
When Lucien saw that look in Elara's greenish eyes, awaiting the approval of a man, he couldn't help but sigh loudly.
