Chapte XLIII: Hands Up!

"Y-you...you're sick." Anastasia commented in disgust– or in anger. She dont know anymore. She doesn't know what to feel right now.

"Maybe." Scholar Francis shrugged like everything is not big deal at all. "...but like what I've said, Im only doing my job. Its the queen who ordered everything. I only took the opportunity to somehow get back to the people who hurt me back then." He continued.

"But its not Mister Charles fault." She still insisted but halted when the scholar glared at her direction.

"I dont care. His family took everything from me. It was suppose to be my place not his. I suffered so much because my one and only father abandoned me and chooses to have a new family rather than find his own son– a son with the same blood and flesh as him!" He sharply stated every words that comes out from his mouth.

Anastasia didn't reply at that. For some reason, she can understand the scholar. Scholar Francis suff