Chapter 789

Rosetta:

“Say that again, because I don’t think I understood you the first time,” Ron interrupted.

After an hour-long conversation, I had thought they wouldn’t ask me to repeat myself.

Yet here they were, staring at me as though I had spoken another language.

I took a deep breath before repeating myself.

“Lady Eugenia is my mother.”

Silence settled over the room.

Then Byron let out a disbelieving chuckle.

“There’s no way you’re the daughter of that woman.”

I bit my bottom lip.

Judging by the look on his face, he genuinely hoped I wasn’t related to her.

I just didn’t know if I was ready to tell them anything beyond that.

They were still trying to process what I’d just said.

What I couldn’t understand was why I cared so much about what Byron thought of

me.

Maybe it was because things had changed between us over the past few days.

I’d visit him, and we’d spend hours talking.

He was nothing like I’d expected.

Flirtatious, yes, but never in a way that made me uncomfortable.

He could talk for hours about the outside world, the places he’d lived, and everything he’d seen, and somehow I’d find myself watching his face the entire time.

Even so, I still wasn’t sure what I was feeling.

So now that he was looking at me like this, I couldn’t help worrying about how he’d see me after learning the truth.

“There’s no way you’re Lady Eugenia’s daughter,” Yuvonne blurted out before clamping a hand over her mouth. “She’s-evil.”

I looked at her.

“I don’t care,” I replied with a small smile. “You can call her whatever you want. I have no interest in defending that woman.”

“Then why did you keep her here?” Ron asked.

After a few seconds, I noticed the shock fade from Byron’s face.

I had already told them that not only Byron, Yuvonne, and Elara had been staying here, but Bodhi and Lady Eugenia as well.

“Because everything has its time,” I replied. “Her time wasn’t up yet. And I know what you’re going to say. Because of that, we lost two children once again.”

Before anyone could respond, a warrior knocked on the door, stepped inside, and bowed his head.

“The food has been stored in the kitchen. If you’d like, I can serve it here for you and your guests,” he said, glancing around the room.

I smiled at him.

“I’m not sure they’d want to eat with me.”

“Of course we will,” Byron replied firmly. “We don’t judge you. You’re the reason so much happened today, and for the better.”

As he defended me, I noticed Ron

raise evebrow and bite the inside

of his cheek as though he were holding back a playful remark.