Chapter 23: Choice
Rafael did not contact Jenny in private, which could be considered a small kindness to this little girl who might have been exploited by others. If those people knew that Rafael hadn’t paid attention to Jenny and hadn’t gotten any information from her, the little girl would still have hope of living; otherwise, death would likely await her.
Whether they thought Rafael was afraid of François’ power or had other plans, Jenny would no longer be their pawn.
After his resurrection, this was the first time Rafael had shown such kindness to a stranger, although no one knew about it and no one ever would.
Ferrante’s order was to send Jenny out of the Papal Palace openly. The black-haired young guard accepted the order silently and carried it out without any compromise.
At the entrance of the bustling Papal Palace, the little girl with golden-brown curly hair held the hand of the uniformed boy beside her. As she was about to leave, she couldn’t help but turn her gaze to the unusually silent person beside her.
“Ferrante? Are you unhappy?”
Jenny’s voice was timid. That wasn’t really what she wanted to ask, but her intuition told her it was best not to mention that matter now.
“No,” Ferrante denied concisely, and walked her out without even looking at her.
Jenny lowered her head, rubbing her skirt with her small hands, and followed Ferrante’s steps uneasily. After a while, she asked hesitantly, “Is it… did I do something wrong? The Holy Father didn’t want to see me.”