“I don’t need a daughter like you in my family! I don’t think it’s a shame to be swept away by a scandal, but it’s a frivolous act!”
She didn’t even want luxuries like necklaces.
The curtains in the hideous bedroom were not bad because the ends were torn apart. Shoes with different heights were also fine because they all resembling all the heels.
But Catherine was tired of it now.
“Alright. I’ll leave.”
She decided to leave this house even if it was dirty and cheap.
“Who is it, the Pope’s Watchdog? You’ve come all the way here.”
The man who broke into her mansion was wet from head to toe. The mud was seen crushed badly under the black leather boots.
Unbelievable. He dragged mud, not grass, while she mopping the floor!
“The disguise is pretty plausible. Anyone who saw it would have been deceived because she was an ordinary city woman—”
She held out the mop she was holding to the man.
“What are you looking at so stupid? I told you to wipe the floor. And you shouldn’t pull a sword at first sight. You want to be reported for attempted murder because it’s not enough to breaking a house?”