"No, I don't know much about him," Alice replied, shaking her head.
Neither her father nor her mother had ever told her about her late older brother.
She only knew what she'd heard from the servants, and even that was limited to what she could find online.
Arden's expression remained flat and indifferent. His gaze stayed fixed ahead as he spoke.
"He was a remarkable child. By the age of five, he had already mastered many of the subjects taught by his mentor. He could even play the piano by the time he was six. You could say he was a gifted child, a blessing from the gods to the Frey family."
A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes.
"Unfortunately, he passed away at just twenty-eight. It was all because of the Frey family's enemies, who resented our growth. I failed to protect him."
The atmosphere grew cold and tense. It wasn't just because of the rain but also because of the sudden change in Arden's mood.
Alice said nothing. She simply lowered her head in silence.
