Hornsbit City—Lord's Manor
Late at night, Regis gently pushed open the study door.
He looked at the figure standing before the floor-to-ceiling window—the current head of the Horn Family, and also his father.
Recilos Bit Horn
Regis's eyes flickered slightly several times before he slowly spoke:
"Father, you called for me."
Recilos slowly turned around. His aging face still carried a trace of ruthlessness, and his eyes were cold, as if he were not looking at his own son.
"Have you finished what I told you to do?"
Recilos's voice was low, but carried a harsh rasp. His tone was slow, like an old machine.
A trace of fear flashed through Regis's eyes, but he still lowered his head and said calmly:
"Father, I've already sent Novi a letter, but... I don't think it will serve any purpose."
He looked at his father, his eyes full of confusion and incomprehension.
The letter's contents were actually quite simple. It merely offered the customary greetings and mentioned the matter concerning Moss.
In the letter, Regis had greatly praised the strength Moss had displayed before and asked Novi to introduce her, hoping to meet Moss in person.
But these were not actually Regis's own ideas.
In the end, he was nothing more than a puppet heir under someone else's control.
Not only his marriage—even what he said had to depend on his father's wishes.
Still, Regis voiced the doubts in his heart.
"That Miss Molly, who is suspected of being divinely favored, doesn't have much of a relationship with Novi."
"Bothering Novi, and even offering the condition of dissolving the engagement, shouldn't benefit us at all..."
Before Regis could finish speaking, he felt his father staring fixedly at him, and his voice gradually fell lower.
"Not suspected..."
Recilos spoke slowly as he went