I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

The carriage sped forward in silence.

The sounds of pounding hooves, the coachman’s commands, and the soft turning of wheels...

All of it might as well have been hallucination. Inside the carriage, the silence was sharp, cutting, almost frigid.

“......”

“......”

Connie and Mia couldn’t even open their mouths.

It was too great a secret to offer comfort as if it were nothing. Yet to curse the one responsible felt cruel when Leonia’s wounds were so deep.

All the two maids could do was look at her.

The young lady who always smiled brightly with boundless energy—the one who would even boldly play tricks on the master of the house—had now fallen into despair.

And despair was a word that never should have belonged to a child.

But if that word alone could sum up what Leonia was feeling, perhaps that would have been a relief.

This was far beyond despair.