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Footsteps echoed over the damp earth as the storm had finally subsided.

The forest was destroyed and lifeless, blackened in a radius of nearly a kilometer from the battleground.

Fortunately, they had moved far enough from the mansion; otherwise, Sigrid would have been exposed.

"I think explanations are unnecessary," Sigrid stood before them, ready to be brief and to the point.

This encounter with her ancestors was more bitter than sweet.

"Mr. Vlad has probably already explained our deal to you..."

"I… I’m sorry. I was too impulsive," Renata admitted, and that was one of the few apologies she’d ever given in her life.

"I don’t forgive you," Sigrid snapped back harshly, "especially for what you did to Silas. We’re only having this 'friendly' conversation because you saved him in the end."

Renata frowned but didn’t argue.

After all, Silas had been the first to attack her, but she understood he was only defending the woman he loved. This whole mess was fueled by love and jealousy