"Granting custody to Concubine Isabella, you say?" Roswell's voice was sharp with shock. "Why would you do that?"
His eyes fixed intently on his younger sister, who stood before him.
Feeling that gaze, Cassandra shivered slightly but quickly composed herself.
"It's because my husband asked for it. I couldn't just refuse him, could I?"
Roswell fell silent, though his normally calm and indifferent expression darkened.
"Did you ask His Majesty why he wanted that? Was it because Concubine Isabella herself requested it?" he asked coldly.
Cassandra didn't understand why her brother seemed so angry. Eliza was just an ordinary little girl—not particularly valuable.
When her husband asked Vanessa and Clarisse to take care of her, neither agreed.
In the end, only she was willing—though she had to be persuaded first. That's why she saw herself as the girl's savior.
