Emma Tremont didn't say a word, just shook her head.
Her stubborn streak surfaced in an instant.
"Miss Tremont! You cannot outstubborn Mr. Darcy!"
Emma Tremont shook her head again.
Seeing his persuasion was to no avail, the Butler had no choice but to give up and return the way he came.
In the rain, Emma Tremont knelt alone in the very center, her head slightly bowed.
Now, if she shed tears, who would be able to tell?
Even Emma Tremont herself couldn't distinguish whether the wetness on her face was from the rain or her tears.
But she wouldn't cry out loud.
There were some things she could yield to, surrender to, but sometimes, living was about fighting for that bit of pride.
Second floor.
Declan Darcy stood by the bedroom window, looking at Emma Tremont's rigid figure as she knelt.
The Butler told him that since she had begun kneeling up to now, she hadn't said a word.
Good, she was thus trying to be stubborn.