By the time Emily got to her room, it was already late at night. Brant saw her, worriedly asked: "Emily, what's wrong, your face is so pale."
Emily touched her cheek. She looked at Brant, shook her head and said, "It's okay, it's okay, maybe it's just a little tired from work."
Brant smiled and said, "Then you should go to bed early, we have work tomorrow."
Emily nodded, she went to bed to sleep, the scene just now flashed in her mind. She couldn't help but tremble, wrapped her arms around herself again, closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep.
The next morning, Emily was cleaning the railing of the stairs when suddenly a maidservant came running in from outside, shouting: "Sir Andrew, Earl Andrew, please hold me, I will listen obediently. say, please don't give me to Earl Bratt!"
