The young political luminary gazed at the forlorn and joyless woman in front of him. His refined and elegant features broke into a faint smile as he spoke with gentle warmth, "Won't you invite me for a cup of tea?"
Delphine saw that he had no intention of leaving anytime soon, so she got up to brew tea for him. She had only learned the bare fundamentals, and her technique was quite unrefined. Finnian merely watched, unhurried, with a perpetual smile etched into his brows and eyes.
When the tea was ready, the man stretched out his hand and gracefully took a sip. He neither offered false praise nor pointed out any flaws but simply smiled faintly and remarked, "I've heard that your father is involved in a case concerning the embezzlement of inheritance? Although my standing in the Imperial City is quite modest, if there's any way I can help, please don't hesitate to say so."
