The Truth

---- Some time later ----

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eyrie, who was sitting in her dining room with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, sighed. She reluctantly looked away from the juicy and tender beef in front of her.

"Father, is something the matter?" She spoke, her words directed at her iproject that was floating by her side.

Cocking her head as if listening to someone, she slowly nodded, finally saying, "Alright, I'll visit during my break."

The eldest miss of the Rochester household sighed once again, her hand reaching up to rub the white earring on her ear that was previously covered by her long brown hair.

Why did Father call for me? Our next meeting was scheduled for three days from now. Could it be… Did he finish thinking about the matter about Fei?

It's been two days since that incident… Perhaps Father was waiting for some information, and now, he received confirmation about something? The young woman's curiosity was piqued.

Honestly, she already had a rough idea about her father's thoughts on the incident that happened. She might not be the brightest person out there, but combining her knowledge accumulated from both of her lives, she found some clues.

Because Fei betrayed the Rochester family in her past life, it could be confirmed that she was not under Mr. Rochester's control.

Successes have to strictly follow every order given by their master; it wasn't a matter of choice – their brains were wired like that.

This meant someone else was the Success' master, and that person had given the Success to the Rochester family under the pretense that the Success had not been designated a master yet.

Although mutants can be swayed by their emotions, ultimately, they can never harm their master. It was like a psychological cue, where they would feel extremely resistant to harming or disobeying their master without knowing why.

A master had an enormous influence on both mutants and Successes; it was just that the impact was more severe for Successes.

For example, a master can freely erase or implant memories for a Success without any complications or danger.

But as for mutants, their conditions weren't stable, and fiddling with their memories could threaten the mutant's life – since, in the end, they were frail living creatures.

But back to the main point. Because of the above, Mr. Rochester had every right to worry about having a mutant that was not his subordinate in his home.

Well, here, one might say: but Carlos is Fei's master!

But as far as Eyrie knew, this statement wasn't true.

From the very beginning, Mr. Rochester had planned to take control of the mutant himself and pretend that the mutant was his son's.

"Madam, your lunch period has ended. Please proceed to the next item on your schedule. Your unfinished food and plates will be transported in 1 minute."

Eyrie was pulled back into reality as the mechanical voice sounded beside her. Looking at the smiling robot and the digital clock held in its 'hands,' she massaged her temple in frustration.

Before she knew it, her lunchtime had passed.

Taking one last look at the steak that was barely eaten and the plates of delicacies left untouched, Eyrie gulped.

Ultimately, she stood up and turned away from the table. Her heart throbbed. What a waste of food!

As she thought so, she plodded out the dining room entrance and headed towards her home office.

Although Christmas ended, it was still vacation time, and before the new year passed, her company's headquarters won't open.

To tell the truth, it wasn't until the last year that Eyrie began to work outside of her home. She felt that she ought to experience what it felt like to work outside and interact with her subordinates in person while her health was getting better.

Besides, staying home only felt suffocating.

For the third time, Eyrie sighed.

…

"Father, you called?" As Eyrie spoke, she gently knocked on the door.

The valet and guards outside had told her that her father was waiting, and she could just go in, but the eldest miss decided to knock anyway for the sake of formalities.

"Please come in," a hoarse voice sounded behind the door.

Eyrie furrowed her eyebrows with worry. It seemed like Father isn't in good condition. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Right after she entered the dark room, she immediately closed the door and locked it. She was sure that the words that her father was about to tell her would be significant, and she didn't want any disturbances.

After doing so, Eyrie finally had the luxury to look around.

The office was still as gloomy as before, with the curtains drawn and the unnatural flickers of projections floating around the desk that her father sat behind.

She silently sighed. The young woman never liked staying in this room, whether in her past or present life.

In the past, it was because the gloominess frightened her. In the present, it still intimidated her no matter how many times she came here.

She often told her father to expose himself to the sun more and to at least turn on the lights when he was doing work, but he never listened.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

COUGH! COUGH! Cough!

A dry and unmistakably emphatic coughing slip out of Mr. Rochester's mouth, startling Eyrie from her thoughts.

The young woman's heart clenched as she rushed forward to support her father.