Those on the scene could sense York's listlessness. He had dared to talk back to the woman repeatedly earlier, threatening and intimidating her, but couldn't even finish a sentence in front of this man.
"So, what's the problem?"
Lance looked at the woman. Upon closer inspection, he found her quite interesting. He noticed she wasn't wearing a lady's gown but a type of casual men's attire popular in the city. Furthermore, her style leaned more towards a masculine one. Indeed, it was daring for a woman to have short black hair in this era. She wore no makeup, yet her delicate features were apparent, though tinged with weariness.
Who would have thought Walter could have such a beautiful daughter.
The recent ordeal had clearly taken its toll; her expression was tinged with anger, but more so with helplessness. However, she hadn't given up completely and was still holding strong, her gaze stubborn and unyielding.
