"Madam, are you serious?"
When I told Edison about my plans, the poor old man thought I had completely lost touch with reality. There was no other way to explain this delusional request.
"Absolutely," I took a sip of black tea, "Prepare all the necessary documents as soon as possible."
Edward Edison looked at me suspiciously.
"I really don't understand... Why do you want to make a commoner into an aristocrat?"
William Dickens left half an hour ago. After that, I immediately summoned the butler to my office for an important conversation. As soon as he heard the essence of my plan, he was perplexed. I was going to make Enoch, an ordinary forester from a remote village, a member of high society.
If some of my ideas had seemed "strange" before, now they were beyond the pale. Edison was probably the only person I could tell everything to openly. That was because he had worked with my father for many years.
He had also been involved in Angela's abduction ten years ago.
