"Now that you have regained your memory, would you like to continue as our enemy?" Jason asked what Francis couldn't ask her.
"When did I ever become your enemy? It was you who always regarded us as your enemies. Matthew disdains to fight for the throne. But we are not afraid of any persecution. All the people in our mansion are fearless. We are stronger when faced with adversaries. I'm sure you have witnessed it," Harper slowly explained.
"Don't you think you're overestimating yourself?"
"It's called confidence. If I don't have it, how can I deserve Matthew?" Harper put down the teacup from her hand and continued, "Jason, our master hoped that both of us can live in peace. He even forced me to swear that I would never take your life, so you don't have to worry. Since I have promised him, I will always stay true to my words."
Jason was surprised to hear what his master had forced Harper to do. Why didn't he know about this?
"Did our master know who you are from the very beginning?"
With a wry smile, Harper responded, "He knew who we are. I really don't understand why he thought that a young lady who was not even favored in the Chu Clan could threaten your life."
"Haven't you threatened enough people?" It was a rhetorical question so Harper didn't respond. Jason turned to look at Francis who was still unconscious. He then asked, "Do you know that he made countless sugar figurines with your face in his mansion?"
"I didn't know that and even if I do, I'll pretend that I don't," Harper absentmindedly said while rubbing the edge of the teacup with her fingers.
Jason smiled sarcastically and asked another question. "Is it true that anyone in the world can't catch your attention except your husband, Matthew?"
"Sort of. I am his wife so I'll be happy and worried for him all my life, unless he betrays me," Harper candidly answered.
"What if he dies?" Jason's murderous intentions burst out instantly. "If Matthew is dead, what would you do?"
Harper raised her eyebrows and looked at Jason with a small smile. However, she didn't answer him. Her mind was racing fast. If it wasn't a natural death, then she would do everything she could to kill the murderer. As for the rest, she couldn't figure it out at that moment, nor did she want to think about it. What would happen to her if Matthew left her? Perhaps, she would live well, or go to netherworld with him. But she was confident that it was not the time yet. For now, she didn't know what she would do with so many possible scenarios.
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