Says who?

When Mr. Alfred walked into the dining room and saw Emma sitting at the table, it shocked him because she was usually locked up in her room in the morning, and the maid had to get her every time.

Even though that didn't happen today, relief wasn't something he felt since she had that stubborn expression like what she was about to say was something he won't like.

“Good morning, dear.” Mr. Alfred said, noticing that she was also dressed up, which he hadn't noticed before, and his heart sank.

“Morning, dad,” Emma replied. Then a little later added, “Can you take me to see Zane?”

There it was... what he had been afraid of... and he refused to look up at her, even though he could feel her looking at him.

“We should talk... What Mr. Wu came to speak to me about last night was…” Mr. Alfred said, then paused, taking a deep breath. He finally looked at her and noticed how pale she had gotten as she stared at his face. “You… You and Zane will have to go through with it, Emma.”

For a long