Nathan Moore left, alone and solitary.
The cobblestone path, with its shadows elongated by the night lights, looked desolate and forlorn; every step he took felt unbearably heavy.
He had always known that commoners could not compete with officials.
Even if your family is rich, its wealth is insignificant compared to the power of an "official."
Especially when on others’ turf.
However, he would never compromise. In such an open society, why should others dictate his happiness!
Before leaving, he held Titus Zane tightly in his embrace, and placed a kiss on her crown, his oppressed emotions making a promise, "Wait for me!" Those words were his steadfast refusal to give up.
Watching the man’s figure leave the courtyard, Titus Zane bit her lower lip hard, tears sliding down once more.
"Abigail, take young Zane back to her room to rest." Samuel Zane withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the sofa first, while Abigail Zimmerman supported Titus Zane by the arm, gently coaxing, "Young Zane, it’s late, you should rest."
Turning to look at the gentle woman before her, Titus Zane felt wronged, "Aunt Abigail..."
"Good child, don’t cry, your grandfather is only thinking of your best interest."
Abigail Zimmerman gently patted Titus Zane’s back, leading her towards the stairs.
Looking at the dignified elderly man seated in the sofa, Titus Zane wanted to say that she didn’t need their kindness. In her thirty-one years of life without the warmth of relatives or the concern of family, she had lived well.
Having forgotten those thirty-one years, why should they force this "concern" upon her? She didn’t need it, not in the slightest. Latest content publıshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Sent back to her room by Abigail Zimmerman, Titus Zane stood in front of the window, looking out into the night. The family compound had none of the bustling traffic of the city center, only a blanket of emptiness, matching her current mood.
The once-filled void in her heart was forcefully carved out again, leaving a hollow feeling...
The next day, Nathan Moore left the Capital City. The Zane Family was adamant, wanting to take their woman back home. It looked like a long battle was inevitable.
In the morning, Titus Zane got up early from bed, already having had trouble sleeping, her heartache making it almost impossible to close her eyes all night.
After freshening up, she came downstairs, neatly dressed and seated on the sofa waiting for the elders to come down.
"Young Zane, why did you get up so early?" Abigail Zimmerman, just turning the corner of the stairs, saw Titus Zane sitting on the sofa in a daze. Titus Zane turned her head to greet her politely, "Aunt Abigail, good morning."
"Ah, morning," Abigail Zimmerman hastily walked down the stairs, followed by Evander Lancaster.
"Young Zane, are you getting used to living at our home?" Abigail Zimmerman came to the sofa and sat next to Titus Zane, her deep concern and fondness for her evident.
"It’s alright," Titus Zane forced a smile and looked towards the man as stern as her grandfather, "Uncle George, good morning."
"Mhm," Evander Lancaster nodded and sat down on another sofa, "We’re all family, no need to be so formal."
Titus Zane curled her lip but didn’t say much, then turned to Abigail Zimmerman, "Aunt Abigail, I left in a hurry yesterday and didn’t bring any change of clothes. I plan to go back to T city today to bring over my stuff."
This was an excuse she had thought of the night before. She couldn’t stay here. The concession she made last night was only a temporary measure, not wanting Nathan Moore to be troubled by her grandfather.
"No need for that," Abigail Zimmerman hadn’t even spoken when an authoritative voice already sounded. Samuel Zane also came out of his room, leaning on a cane, the octogenarian maintaining a stern countenance.
He commanded as he walked towards the living room.
"Abigail, take young Zane shopping today. Get her plenty of clothes. My granddaughter, I can afford to support!"