Mother and daughter

Neph's nonsense had clearly made quite an impression. The butler, Walter, and the personal valet, Richardson, had already lowered their heads to avoid looking at their employer's face. Only Bishop Elektra persisted. "It seems you truly are a gentleman, Dwayne."

Sensing that Klein had arrived on the street, Neph smiled and said, "Of course.

"Humans are constrained by their bodies. Under the influence of their senses, they inevitably have some abnormal thoughts. As long as they can restrain them, act according to their own will, and do so without tormenting themselves, they are still good husbands, good fathers, and good men."

"That makes a great deal of sense. When we're angry, we always have irrational thoughts, but very few people turn them into reality." With that, Bishop Elektra steered the conversation elsewhere.

During those two exchanges, Klein approached the sitting room window. Neph glanced at the bishop, who showed no intention of leaving, and allowed a hint of exhaustion to appear on her face.

Considerately, Bishop Elektra took out his pocket watch and checked the time, then said, "Have we been talking for so long? I hadn't even noticed. Dwayne, you look a little tired, so I won't disturb you any longer. Get some rest. I hope to see you at the cathedral tomorrow."

"Of course." Neph smiled and had Richardson and Walter escort the bishop out.

The room quickly fell silent again. Klein opened the window and climbed inside. After catching his breath, he asked, "I certainly didn't expect the bishop to visit me-but it makes sense when I think about it. I've donated quite a bit of money to the Church these past few days. How did it go? Nothing unexpected happened, did it?"

"What could possibly happen?" Neph casually took out the medal and propped herself upright