“What’s all the fuss about? Calm yourself!” ordered Tyrone coldly.

The servant was about to speak when a woman rushed in from behind. “We’re in deep trouble! How are you still in the mood for your calligraphy?”

Dressed in luxurious clothing, the woman was perfectly poised and looked nothing short of royalty.

Although Olivia was old, her charm and graceful demeanor were incomparable.

Olivia was Tyrone’s wife and Damien’s mother.

As a member of the Garcia family, the second most powerful family in Erudia, she was the only one who was worthy of marrying Tyrone.

“What is it, Olivia?” asked Tyrone.

years

forget how he had fallen in love with Emma when he was just

do, and I remember taking care of it. So

kept in Margo City for the rest of her

know her. She’d never leave that city. I’d even erected a tombstone there as

a madwoman, Olivia roared, “Bullsh*t! The tombstone has been destroyed, and Emma is nowhere to be

and even destroyed the tombstone? How is that

almost lost

the bastard too? Didn’t you promise that he was dead and would never be a

alive?” Tyrone could not

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