Watching Lu Xia leave, Cecil put down his cutlery and said, "What does the Duke mean by that? Is she trying to keep us from worrying?"
Smelian was silent for a moment before saying, "Xiaxia must truly believe that Graces is not in any danger."
"Are you sure she's not just pretending to be calm?" Cecil remained skeptical. "I've never met anyone who could think so rationally under these circumstances."
Smelian glanced at him. "Xiaxia isn't an ordinary person."
Hearing this, for the first time, Cecil didn't argue back.
Over the past few days, he had sensed that Duke Lu Xia was different from everyone else, which was precisely why he held his tongue. Smelian had spent more time with the Duke and knew her better. Cecil decided to trust him. "You'd better be right."
Smelian didn't respond, simply picking up his glass and taking a sip of water.
Cecil spoke again. "Graces is missing. His whereabouts are unknown, and we have no idea if he'll ever come back. What are you thinking?"
