The Gift From Lisa

"As you can see, isn't your mother's story heartbreaking?" Lisa looked at her son with a teary expression on her face.

Eh. You don't tell someone that your own story is tragic.

But who am I to argue?

"Umm..." was all I could manage.

"Then I'll go sleep, mother."

"Wait..wait..wait..wait..wait..wait..wait. I didn't tell you all that for nothing."

Lisa straightened her back and looked me in the eyes for the first time with conviction.

"Your father received a present from my family, and that is the only thing I did not sell to compensate for his treatment. And I simply wanted to let you know that you are free to take it whenever you choose. Even after so many years, the Whitepalace family would not retract their promises, at least not the Whitepalace family in which I was born."

As soon as Lisa said it, my eyes must have blazed in the dark. She appeared pleased because she thought she had piqued my curiosity. And she most certainly did.

A ducal family's gift?