As the carriage rolled through the countryside, Bruce sat across from Kyle with a frown on his face.
The wind rustled through the curtains and birds chirped beyond the window, but Bruce's attention was focused entirely on his young master.
"You left so suddenly, young master. Was that really wise? What if the Marquess takes it the wrong way or stirs up trouble?"
Bruce said.
Kyle, lounging with his arms crossed, gave a small shake of his head.
"If he stirs up trouble, he'll be fighting his own shadows. What happened in that estate was for him to discover, not for us to punish. We simply set the stage."
Bruce's frown deepened.
"Still, are you sure he won't lash out in desperation?"
"He already did. "When he groveled before me during our first meeting, that was the peak of his panic. Now that he's tasted humiliation and truth in equal measure, he'll either crumble completely… or rebuild himself."
Kyle replied.
Bruce nodded slowly, then sighed.
