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"My lord!!" Wallace was in shock—relieved yet troubled, unable to fully grasp the situation.

Even more so when the Duke stepped in front of the Duchess protectively, shielding her.

"Why… why, if you were in the city, didn’t you return to the castle? I sent a search party across the entire duchy, combing the area where you were ambushed. One of the soldiers survived and came to warn me," he hastily began to explain.

The atmosphere around them was cold and menacing.

He felt like a rat caught in a trap.

"I thought… I thought the Duchess had conspired with the enemy—!"

"SHUT UP AND STOP BEING SO DAMN CYNICAL!" Elliot couldn’t stop himself from exploding with rage.

He had trusted this man, placed his estate in his hands.

He was sick of being stabbed in the back—this was why trusting anyone was so damn hard.

"I didn’t—"

"Yes, you did!" Elliot stepped forward, barely holding back the urge for his canines to emerge.

"And you’re going to tell me every last detail, or I swear I will ri