17. Goodbye Aileen

Clouds veiled the sky, and the mist enveloping Belfast could not be scattered by the damp and chilly drizzle.

In the distance, Crescent Bay was reduced to nothing more than a foggy outline.

The desolate, pale grey was barred from one of Agate Lake's most opulent estates. Inside, Baron Joseph hosted a grand party, with guests' carriages lined up in a long queue to the left outside the manor, while the accompanying coachmen, who were not privileged to enter, were enjoying the food brought by the maids.

Even the most ordinary guest invited was a millionaire, so at that moment, a plain rented carriage intruding among them appeared strikingly conspicuous.

Just like Baron Joseph, being pushed in a wheelchair by a butler, moving among the guests.

The invited attendees did not look down upon this young and beautiful woman, seemingly oblivious to the missing legs beneath her resplendently violet gown; they raised their glasses, paying their respects to Baron Joseph as she passed by.