Sir Ares, Goodnight

The man Josephine mentioned was her elder brother, Zayne Severe.

Josephine's feelings for Zayne was like how she felt for Jay-tragic and lowly. They were like two moths toward the fire. Their endings may have been different, but they were equally poignant.

Rose felt as if there was lead stuck in her throat. She stood up, headed to the wine cupboard, and took out two bottles of red wine. She passed one to Josephine while the other was for herself. "I think you need this," Rose said.

Josephine gave a grateful smile. "Sister-in-law, you're truly a good friend." She took the corkscrew and opened the bottle of wine. Once done, with two hands on the bottle, she tilted her head backward and gulped down the wine.

Traces of red liquid flowed down her neck and into her cleavage. She looked rather appalling.

Rose smiled slightly. "You're the most un-aristocratic young mistress I've seen."

Josephine sniffled. "To hell with those etiquettes!"

drank half a bottle of wine in one go. The chatterbox in Josephine could not be switched off once she began. She continued to blabber on. 1 "Sister-in-law, do you know? I sold

a lecherous hooligan. That man not only took

from it. Later, they handed me to my big brother... He got me to abort the baby and sent

that I lived unlike a human nor a ghost for the past five years..." Josephine

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Rose nodded. "Yup."

"Rose, it's a pity that we didn't meet

What do you think?"