After hanging up the phone, Francis let out a heavy sigh. "How could the young lady be so reckless? She actually hurt the young master."
The old man just shook his head, looking utterly weary. "Nevaeh is the granddaughter that Desiree raised. The fact that she hates me this much just proves she's a loyal girl, someone with a real heart. This is my fault—Desiree waited for me her whole life, and I failed her."
Francis knew a little about the old man's past. "But you can't put all the blame on yourself. We only just found her, and now this has to happen. There's been no time to make things right."
"Have we found out what really caused Desiree's death?" the old man asked, his voice heavy.
For him, Desiree's death was the ultimate punishment. He had wasted her entire life and never got the chance to make it up to her. It was no wonder Nevaeh blamed him so much.
Francis leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "It's connected to the Dark Magic Organization."
