Chapter 481

Ever since learning the truth, Clara had found herself repeating the same thought: 'If only Arthur weren't a Kensington. If only he weren't Genevieve's grandson.'

Then maybe she wouldn't have to keep hesitating—wouldn't have to stand here, torn between him and the ghosts of her parents, forcing him to choose between love and blood.

Who was she kidding, anyway?

But when those words reached Arthur,