330 If you don't want him to die, be quiet_1

Jesslyn Derei began to listlessly clear the tableware from the table.

Her heart felt as though it had plunged into a deep ice valley, as the hope that had finally been kindled was brutally extinguished.

Sir Hugh, wasn't Ethan.

Indeed, she had been deluded.

Jesslyn Derei took a deep breath, trying to suppress the immense anguish in her heart, but tears still inevitably fell one by one.

While wiping her tears, she continued to tidy up the bowls and chopsticks.

She kept comforting herself, it didn't matter, it was a good thing that Sir Hugh wasn't Brother Ethan.

Brother Ethan was a warm and bright man, how could he possibly become someone dangerous and mysterious like Sir Hugh.

It's okay, it's okay.

Even as she comforted herself, Jesslyn Derei's crying became more sorrowful, and she collapsed on the floor, hugging her knees and sobbing quietly.

Suddenly, an unusual noise reached her ears.