Another peaceful day at the Desmundt mansion.

Darvab, who had left work earlier than usual, stopped unwrapping his scarf and stood still at the sight of an unfamiliar guest.

-Zigzag.

A strange current flowed.

Darbav, who had never received any notice of a visitor, faced the guest confidently in front of the entrance, engaging in a staring contest.

The guest, sitting expressionless, gazed at Darbav with round eyes.

“Father.”

The woman began the conversation with an arrogant remark. Darbav, hearing the guest’s first words, replied with a stern expression.

“Yes, Olivia.”