She saw the flicker of change in his facial expression.
There was uncertainty, and if she was right, a whole lot of fear.
Yes, that was clearly fear.
But the moment her son looked up to that white wolf, his face morphed into determination, and worse—or best of all—trust.
She'd have to be blind not to see how her son has placed his trust in this guy, and while it hurt because she was the source of his uncertainty, she couldn't help but feel relieved that her son found someone to trust.
It's just that…was this man trustworthy?
Did he cross-check?
'...'
'...'
Please.
Who was she kidding? Thought the duchess, who could only sardonically laugh at the irony of all this.
It sure as hell was late for her, who didn't get the full experience. But she suddenly felt like all of it just clicked. She somehow just understood a bit of why her own mother fainted back then.
And how she felt like she was going to end up in the same boat.
