"Sir Arthur." His voice regained its calm, even tinged with a hint of compassion, "Do you regret it?"
Arthur remained silent for a long time.
So long that Conroy thought he would not answer.
So long that the Duchess couldn't help but lift her head to see his expression.
"Sir John." Arthur's voice was flat, yet full of weight: "I believe you misunderstand."
Conroy's smile stiffened slightly: "Misunderstand?"
"Because I have never regretted."
This sentence was like a nail, driven into Conroy's chest.
"What did you say?" His voice suddenly rose: "You damned fool, you ruined the chance to protect Flora with your own hands! How dare you say you don't regret it?"
