Reborn to Flee My Fiance's Obsession (Fiona and Soren) novel Chapter 319

After a moment, Fiona said, "Did you come back to Jexburgh early to look into the situation at the Zonfrillo Estate?"

As things stood, there was distance between Soren and the Zonfrillo Estate.

If he went back there now, it would probably be awkward.

"The convoy was moving too slowly, so I came back to Jexburgh first to see you."

"I ran into Naomi earlier. She's been very worried about you, Lord Soren," Fiona said, speaking up for her.

Soren tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Of course Naomi had worried about him. Mother Consort had too. But if it ever came down to choosing between him and the Zonfrillo Estate, Mother Consort would not choose him.

Still, he did not hold that against Mother Consort or his own sister.

The people in that estate had always had one duty above all else—to protect the estate itself.

As for Father and Tristan...

The curve at Soren's mouth deepened.

What showed there was faint, cold, and hard to read.

"Lord Soren, don't think about those upsetting things anymore. What's past is past. Right now you're fine, so it's better to look forward. As for who has truly treated you well, you already know that in your heart." Seeing that chill starting to gather around him again, Fiona hurried to cut in.

Soren paused.

When he spoke again, his voice had softened.

"All right. I'll listen to you, Fiona."

Fiona lowered her eyes and said nothing.

The way he said it made it sound as if she had any right to decide things for him.

The two of them sat in the carriage.

For a long while, neither spoke.

Whatever Fiona was turning over, she kept it to herself.

Across from her, the man only waited, patient and quiet, for her to be the one to open her mouth.

Soren, as he was now, had an unusual amount of patience.

"What happened in Broadmoor... it's all been handled now?" Fiona finally turned the talk to serious matters.

"Once you pulled me out at that time, everything after that was back under my control." News of his death would have thrown Broadmoor into disorder and slackness, and Tristan would have been too busy fighting Zephyr's faction and Emperor Aldric's faction to spare attention elsewhere.

Then he had only needed to recover his strength and show himself again.

When he did, none of those forces would have seen it coming.

As for the ones who turned against him, he could deal with them one by one. As long as he was alive, with the Steppe Nomads invading, how was Zephyr supposed to claim credit cleanly and swallow the political legacy he had left behind?

Still, Zephyr had not started out with that kind of nerve.

Pride came before a fall, and Soren had only needed to toss out a little bait. Zephyr took it for proof that he could dare a try himself, and that was what gave him the idea to petition Emperor Aldric and make a move on Soren's political legacy.

It was only when the carriage was nearly at the Niven family that Soren spoke again.

"Don't use a honey trap on Zephyr again. He isn't worth that from you. If you really need something done in the future, you'd be better off using it on me. I'll go handle it for you."

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