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"Where's your uncle?"

Viscount returned to the room, only to find his daughter Sara standing with her hands tied in the study. "He left," Sara replied.

"What? I was just at the door... Hmph, forget it, must be those circus tricks again. What did he tell you?" The Viscount asked with a hint of disgust. "He said he would come back to see me after a while," Sara responded. "I see, go back to your room. Also, go to your etiquette teacher later for punishment, look at yourself, where is the nobility in your appearance..."

In the unending scolding of the Viscount, Sara merely pursed her lips and remained silent. "Goodbye, Father," she said once the Viscount finished, and then she left the study.

When the door closed, the study was left with only the Viscount. Alone, he shed the dignity of the Family Head, looking like a man on the verge of old age.

At that moment, the Viscount looked up with an odd expression and sniffed.