Countess Rina…
The name brought him countless thoughts.
For him,she was still a mystery.
She was the silent benefactor who had made all this possible.
Without her, the road would have been far more difficult. Yet he had never met her. It wasn't that he avoided her.
It was she who always refused to meet. Countess Rina was forty-three years old, a widow whose husband had died only two years after their marriage. The entire county had fallen into her hands. With no heir and no branch family, she had carried the burden alone. The Imperial family had long ago declared that upon her death, the county would be dissolved.
Ethan had not thought deeply about her motives until now. But the Duchess's words stirred a new unease. "She helped us so much… Was it truly just for the dresses?"
