Father injured

Dope did not tell Tiffany that he had met with the Duke of Ferrand.

Of course, she had no intention of betraying Tiffany; she just didn't want to bother Tiffany anymore.

It has been quite some time since my last meeting with the Duke of Ferrand; it is now October.

Although Duke Stryker had not stopped searching for Antony, he was secretly looking for the whereabouts of other illegitimate children.

This amused Tiffany; if those people were to actually inherit the title, the Stricker family would be doomed.

"Miss." Carrell came over carrying a tray with pastries and tea.

He had been unusually attentive these past few days. Tiffany picked up her cup, took a sip of black tea, and looked up to see him looking hesitant. She knew that this was the reason for Carrel's unusual attentiveness.

"What's wrong?" She put the cup down.

“Miss, I don’t quite understand why…” Carrard looked at Tiff cautiously.

“Go on.” Tiffany didn’t like him stopping halfway through his sentences. If she didn’t want to know what he was trying to say, she would have just told him to shut up.

“I don’t understand why the Duke, as the head of one of the three great families, has to listen to His Majesty. He could just become emperor himself…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but Tiffany could not possibly miss what he was saying.

At this point, he immediately knelt down, his tone tinged with regret, "I'm sorry, Miss, I went too far."

Tiffany looked him up and down, thinking he was going to say something, but she didn't expect him to be instigating her to let the Duke usurp the throne.

Is he brainless? Putting aside how long he's been here, can she trust him? Moreover, how could she not see through his terrible acting? She even suspects that Karel is doing it on purpose.

Carrel could feel Tiffany's gaze on him, but she didn't say anything, which made him a little nervous. But Tiffany's next words sent a chill down Carrel's spine.

She said, "Carel, don't be too hasty."

He held his breath, wondering if Tiffany had discovered he was the Duke of Ferrand and that was why she was telling him not to rush into saying such things, or if Tiffany already trusted him and that her words meant she had admitted to having thoughts of usurping the throne, but that she couldn't be in such a hurry.

Until I heard a laugh.

"Get up. Don't say things like that again."

Tiffany watched his slightly trembling body, her smile deepening; she had deliberately tried to scare Carrel.

Carrel slowly stood up. It wasn't hot this month, but his back was soaked with sweat. He thought that Tiffany's words probably meant that she had the intention to usurp the throne.

Seeing the pale face of the person in front of her, who had a gentle appearance, Tiffany smiled and asked, "Carel, what's wrong with you?"

"If you're not feeling well, go back and rest for a while."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a commotion erupted outside, and Tiffany stood up.

Everyone outside ran towards the door, and a knight carried a person in.

"What's going on?" Tiff took two steps toward the door.

Lisa turned around and saw Tiff standing there. She quickly ran over and said, "Miss, His Majesty the Duke was assassinated on his way back."

Tiffany's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and then she ran toward the door.

“Father… Father, how could this happen…” Tiff wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, sobbing so hard she could hardly breathe. Lisa gently patted her back.

Tiffany cried like this after learning that her father was not waking up for some reason.

The mage healing Duke Strych comforted Tiff, "Your Highness, don't be too sad. His Highness is only temporarily unconscious."

"Then...when will Father wake up?" The room was full of renowned magicians, and Tiff looked at the magician who had spoken.

"Well... I don't know either, it could be a few months or it could be a very long time."

Tiffany, tears streaming down her face, said, "It's all my fault..."

“Miss Tiffany, how could this have anything to do with you? Please don’t blame yourself too much.”

Tiff shook her head and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

Tiff was right; it was indeed her fault, after all, she was the one who assassinated Duke Stryker.