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It's already the fifth day, Miller waited in the bedroom until almost eight o'clock, but Daphne still didn't come to him on her own.
There was no way, he closed his eyes and took two deep breaths, then sat up from the bed, straightened his disheveled hair, and got up to wash, dress, and groom.
When he arrived at his small restaurant, Louis had already prepared two small cups of blood plasma for him as an early evening meal. Miller had been working hard every first half of the night, without having any blood food. Miller handed his coat to Louis, sat down on the chair, and took a sip from the cup.
He turned his head and calmly asked Louis, "Has Daphne found out?"
Louis replied, "I instructed Mrs. White yesterday to let Miss Daphne know the truth without causing her anger. There should be a result by now."
Miller nodded and said, "Then go ask Whites when you get back."
After the head of the household went into the study, Louis let out a sigh and went to ask Mrs. White some questions.
Seeing the slightly worried expression on the butler's face, Mrs. White felt very guilty and said, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Louis. It's my lack of ability that has made the young lady angry..."
Mr. Louis took a sharp breath and asked, "Mrs. White, is the explanation you have in mind not enough to appease the young lady?"
Whites shook his head apologetically, "I'm sorry, I just can't bring myself to say it... Perhaps I should have just quietly placed it on the table and let Miss Daphne discover it herself."
That might have been a good approach, but now there's no way to try if it would have worked. Daphne already knows all the truth, and she's not surprised by it at all. Instead, she's very angry and refuses to even see Miller in the eye.
Louis paced back and forth with a heart full of concerns, quietly waiting outside the master's study for two hours, until finally the sound of a bell ringing came from inside.
He walked in with a tray, poured water for Miller, and nervously told him, "Master... Miss has found out."
"Mm."
Miller finished drinking the water, placed the cup on the table, and had a calm expression, not as eager to ask about Daphne's reaction as Louis had expected.
"He seems to have already seen through the outcome, so he just said in a faint voice, 'She found out, and is still very angry with me and refuses to see me, right?'"
Louis nodded heavily, "Yes, I'm very sorry, Master."
"I understand, it's not your fault," Miller sighed softly, leaned back in the chair, gently closed his eyes, and said, "I forgot that I thought Flora was still the little cat who was so attached to me a few months ago, and would meow at me whenever she felt a little better."
But Daphne is no longer like that. She has moved past the newborn stage, learned to read, and even learned to socialize. In a little while, she will start learning history and self-defense techniques.
She is no longer the little yellow bird that he used to hold in the palm of his hand, allowing him to knead and manipulate her while she cooed and sang. Her wings have grown new feathers and she is preparing to learn to fly.
He reaches out his right hand, opens his eyes, and stares earnestly at the two similar rings on his middle and ring fingers.
The one on the middle finger is a golden ring, set with a crystal purple gem, which is his symbol; the other one is a silver ring, set with a ruby, which is his father's personal symbol, usually used to prove that everyone is his bloodline.
The bracelet that father gave to Daphne at the time was also just to prove her bloodline, but unfortunately it was later crushed by him. Because he only wanted to wear his token on her, to let everyone know she is his treasure.
"Daphne Ah... my little sister, you really are my little ancestor." In the end, I still have to coax her back personally.
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