Chapter 135
Victor stared at the door, patiently waiting for the moment his wife would come out or at least some noise would be heard so he would know how it was going inside. He glanced at the soldier standing beside him.
"So, you and Rosaline are?" Victor asked, curious as to how the two met.
"We are not and now that she is inside you want to acknowledge that she is Rosaline?" Zayne replied.
"It’s best for my wife to have a look and decide if it’s her daughter. We’ve had a lot of imposters over the years and some of the servants joined to fool us. I know it is Rosaline but Madeline will be more certain than I am," said Victor.
"Her daughter?" Zayne asked, finding the wording to be interesting. "For a moment, it sounded like she’s only your wife’s daughter but maybe I am too tired from the long trip and I am overthinking."
"She is my daughter," Victor spoke confidently, getting rid of the wrong assumption. "I have missed my daughter but no one has missed her like Madeline and no one will recognise her more than Madeline. A mother knows her child."
"A father should too," Zayne added, getting a kick out of pissing off Victor.
"I am quite happy that there is nothing between you two. You sound like a pain in the ass. Madeline," Victor greeted his wife when the doors opened. "Your face."
"It is fine. I can tidy myself later," Madeline said, wiping the traces of tears that managed to escape. "Rosaline- Rose," she corrected herself. "She is home. Tell the butler to send out a notice to everyone tomorrow. We should let Rose rest today and have a look around."