Chapter 95

Owen took a hesitant step forward, unsure of what to do. "My lady, I—"

"I sent these to Louver during the war. How could they be here? Did… Did Lord Claude intercept them? Is this why my letters weren't delivered to Louver this whole time?"

"No! My lady, please, listen to me," Owen said desperately. "This wasn't Lord Claude's doing. He also didn't know what to do when he received them. He was agonizing over them. Please, my lady. Believe me."

"Then why didn't you tell me? Why have you kept them hidden?!" Lia cried, throwing the letters onto the floor. There were hundreds of them, all written by her to her mother. Some of them had already been burned, but there was still a considerable amount left. She clenched her eyes shut, despair pumping through her veins.

"Camellia."

She opened her eyes at Claude's voice. He had changed into a suit and tie, crisply fitted to his physique, and was looking down at her with an unreadable expression.