“Look, even you can't forgive me.”
Scarlett didn't try to pull her hand out of his grip.
Rather, she was afraid that he would put more pressure on her.
As he said, he could lock her up in the monastery whenever he wanted.
“Stay here.
When Issac comes, don’t leave.”
Scarlett nodded in agreement as he released her hand.
When Victor opened the door to leave the room, he looked at her and asked, “Do you still love me?”
Scarlett frowned slightly at his sudden question.
After a moment, she said, “Not now.”
“Easy to differentiate”
“What…disperse?”
But he did not answer and left the room.
Scarlett remained alone, sitting for some time.
When she came out, she saw Blight carrying a wooden box with bottles of wine and an ice bucket heading to Victor's office.
Scarlett asked: “What kind of wine?”
“Ah, the gentleman said he ran out of wine and ice in his office.”
“Drinking in the morning?”
“Yes.
Whiskey is his breakfast.”
“What?”
Victor was a man who devoted his life to avoiding criticism.
How did he live like this in one year?
He may have felt the divorce as a disgrace to his honor, but he did not seem to be affected enough to replace breakfast with wine.
“Even if Victor was healthy, he would get sick like this,” Scarlett said.
“Should I make breakfast?
If you say you made it, he won’t object.”
“Yes, prepare it.”
Blight's face lit up.
After he left, Scarlett muttered as she looked at her pajamas: “I don’t even remember changing my clothes...”
She muttered to herf and went back to her room.
After changing her clothes and eating breakfast, she planned to wait until Issac arrived and then leave, but she felt worried about Victor, so she headed to his office.
I tried knocking, but it opened the door directly.
Breakfast was ready but untouched, and the smell of cigars filled the room.
Victor was sitting on the windowsill drinking.
Scarlett stared at him, then approached the window and grabbed the half-full glass of whiskey.
When she tried to drink it, Victor grabbed her wrist: “What are you doing?”
“I have breakfast”
“What are you talking about?”
“The guest must follow the host.
Isn’t this your breakfast?”
Scarlett looked directly at him, pulling her holding wrist to bring the cup closer to her mouth.
Victor watched her mouth open.
Scarlett drank the remaining whiskey.
Victor asked: “Does it taste good?”
“Not good for breakfast”
“What a pity”
Victor took the cup from her hand.
When she tried to pick it up again, he raised it to a height she couldn't reach.
“Don't worry and go home, Scarlet Crimson.”
“I was going to leave anyway.
Eat the prepared food.”
She took white bread from a basket on the table, placed it on the windowsill, and went into the room.
In custody, Isaac thought his time here might be long.
For good or ill, after Scarlett's talk with the Royal Police, the severity of his crime abated.
The next morning, Zachary Crimson, the Crimson family's eldest brother and sister's uncle, came to visit him.
Zachary said, “Do you know what you did?”
Isaac tilted his head slightly and looked at Zachary without responding.
After the family was swallowed by Evil Crimson, none of the relatives helped the brothers.
Zachary turned his head to avoid Isaac's eyes and said, "I know why you cut off Evil's finger.
You wanted to stop him from making watches, right?
You thought it would enhance your sister's status?"
“If the number of craftsmen decreases from two to one, the rest will become more busy.”
Zachary shuddered at Isaac's words.
Isaac continued, “I heard that the Crimson Family will help sue Scarlett.”
“This…Evil was a guardian and controlled the family.
We had to do this to survive.”
Zachary continued: "Anyway, Isaac, control your sister.
What does that girl know?"
“Are you going to let Scarlett tarnish the name of the family she will lead?”
As he listened to Zachary repeat Evil's words, Isaac remembered himf at the age of thirteen and Scarlett at the age of twelve.
After the rickshaw accident, when he regained consciousness, his parents were dead and he had lost his sight.
Thirteen-year-old Isaac spent months silent in a wheelchair.
In contrast, as soon as Scarlett was discharged from the hospital and arrived home, she ran to the cleaning supplies closet, took out a rag that the maids had prepared, and began cleaning the windows with a squeak.
At the age of twelve.
How could a 12-year-old girl assess the situation so quickly?
How did she contain her sadness after that decision?
The answer was one.
Scarlett knew that if she was kicked out of the house, Isaac's life would be in greater danger.
In the absence of her parents, she felt she had to protect Isak, who had suddenly lost his sight without training.
While Isaac was thinking, Zachary said: “This is how the whole family might collapse.
You don’t know, but if the business becomes unstable, the bank will try to recover the loans immediately, and the factory will close in an instant.”
“Did you know?
My uncle’s watches are faulty.”
“Of course you do.
You've spent your life making watches.”
The skill of watchmaking was passed from heir to heir.
Usually, only the heir knows the entire skill.
Isaac's parents were an exception.
His grandfather, Count Philip Crimson, knew that Wendy Till, who worked at the first factory, was a genius.
So he chose her as heiress instead of his son, Willis Crimson.
It was possible because Willis, the heir to the Crimson family, fell in love with her.
They had Isaac and Scarlett.
Isaac was sure that if his parents had been alive, they would have chosen Scarlett as the family heiress.
She loved watches since she was young and was very smart.
Her watchmaking genius was now based on her childhood memories.
“If things had continued like this, people would have noticed, and bigger lawsuits would have arisen,” Isaac said calmly.
“Maybe not”
“It can't not happen”
Issac continued: "Do you think it'll be over sold by scams?
Do you think the buyers are stupid?"
“Ordinary people don't know watches like our family.”
“No, people are smarter and more sensitive than you think.
Scarlett is not stupid so she doesn’t use tricks.
She is smart enough to know that tricks are wrong.”
Good and evil were relatively clear to Isaac.
Scarlet Crimson was good, and Evil Crimson was evil.
It was the only clear limit in his mysterious life.
He continued: “Uncle, I’m starting to see a little bit now.”
“What?”
“My sight will be clear one day.”
“Side with Scarlett.
I'll somewhat forgive you if you do.”
Zachary swallowed.
He felt that Isaac was not just someone sitting in the attic doing nothing, as others thought.
The visiting room door opened.
The two looked at the door, and saw a sailor soldier.
“I am Balin Redford.
The Commander has ordered me to bring the Count to Miss Scarlett.
Let us go.”
Zachary and Isaac were shocked by his casual tone.
Issac asked: “Can I go out like this?”
“Yes, because the leader wants him.”
Balin spoke as if it were f-evident, and Isaac laughed in astonishment, then sighed and covered his face with his hands: “When I go out, Scarlett will scold me...”
Balin looked at Zachary and motioned for him to get out.
Zachary had heard of Victor Domfelt, but he didn't know he had such power.
He thought Scarlett was kicked out of the Domfelt family, but seeing Isaac released by Victor's power made him think that her relationship with Victor wasn't all bad.
Zachary left the visiting room as if to escape, and Balin said to Isaac: “Miss’s memory is fuzzy.”
“What?”
“She even forgot about her divorce and came to Domfelt Palace.”
Isaac's expression darkened.