Rosemond looked at Baron Darrow with an expression asking what he wanted to say, and Baron Darrow said to Rosemond with a groveling expression.
"Should you not have to pay for the cost of having raised you thus far?"
"… Huh?"
The cost of being raised. Rosemond thought silently. Who was the person that had ordered her around like a maid from the age of ten, only dressed her in rags, and left her half-brother to rape her? Someone like that dared to mention money with his mouth? Rosemond was shocked at his shamelessness. Soon, however, she showed her distinctive smile and whispered to Glara for something.
"Good. So you want that?"
Rosemond pulled up the corners of her mouth and laughed.
"You should have said that before. Then I could have left yesterday."
What a waste. Rosemond added to her words with a voice filled with regret.
"Sure, money. It's good."