After I left Arden, I returned to my room to rest but as usual, Arden would not let me. He kept ranting about why I made Xavia a slave when I knew I would worry about her so much.
"I am not worried about her. How many times do I have to tell you that?" I told him.
"It’s obvious that you are worried about her. Why can’t you accept the fact that you do?"
"I am not. You..."
"Gilbert, if you keep worrying about her, that would do you no good. I think you should revoke her slave decree"
"I am not doing that. I am not the type to go back on my words"
"Gilbert..."
"Look, if you also care about her, you should speak to my mom about it. I am not the one who declared her as a slave"
"But you are the reason she became a slave. You..."
I groaned. "Arden, can you stop talking?!" I yelled sligh
