She thought about too many things in that moment, Odin Myres naturally understood, but even he couldn't answer.
They could only look forward.
Odin Myres wasn't someone who talked much, he sat quietly, ruffling her hair.
Maeve lay on his knee for a while, feeling a bit tired, and after sorting through her thoughts, she got up and went back to her room.
The bodyguard didn't come in and closed the door from outside.
Odin Myres rose from the sofa and slowly walked towards the inner bedroom.
His right foot had a slight limp.
It wasn't serious, the kind you wouldn't notice unless you looked closely, but the psychological barrier was still hard to overcome.
He temporarily used a wheelchair to travel around.
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Once Maeve left the room, she didn't feel tired anymore.
Myres Mansion was large, and when it used to have more people, it always felt lively and bustling.
