Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Persephone jolted, pulling herself back to the present, and gasped. She glanced
around the room, then gazed into the distance.

This place was far from where Morpheus lived. Essentially, it was like one was in
the north of the city and the other in the south.

Perhaps Seamus had chosen this place to keep her separated from Morpheus.
Persephone felt like there was a huge weight on her heart.

Soon after, Catherine brought back the herbs, and the kitchen was filled with the
scent of medicinal brew. Once the herbal soup was ready, Persephone carried a
bowl and gently knocked on Seamus’ door.

Seamus was changing his bandage. When he saw Persephone come in, his
hand jolted, causing his wound to reopen and stain the fresh bandages with
blood.

"Don't move!" Persephone hastily set down the bowl. "Let me help you."
Seamus wanted to refuse, but she firmly held his hand. Her eyes were red like
she was going to cry.

"I'm sorry..." she stammered after a moment.

Seamus hurriedly reassured her, "Miss, what are you saying?!"

"It's all because of me." Tears streamed down Persephone's face. "If I hadn't
been stubborn and insisted on coming to Flinge, you wouldn't have ended up like
this..."

"It's my fault," Seamus murmured. "I failed to arrange things properly again,
letting those two take advantage and nearly harming you."

"Who were those two men?"

"Local gang members." Seamus glanced at her. "Miss, I'm not blaming you... We
should have left long ago. Look, you've already attracted the local underworld's
attention. They might have known your identity and wanted to harm you, then
use you to threaten your grandfather, Nicholas..."

Persephone bit her lip, unable to look at him.

There was a barely perceptible smile on Seamus as he continued. "If it weren't
for Morpheus... wouldn't you have left here with me long ago?"

"This has nothing to do with Morpheus!" Persephone blurted, "It's all because of
me that you've suffered! It's not about him!"

Seamus sighed. "You're still protecting him."

Persephone could sense the frustration in his tone. He didn't blame her but
seemed utterly disappointed in her. However, Morpheus’ life or death remained
uncertain, and that was what truly distressed her...

"Seamus, I'll take good care of you." Persephone spoke softly. "But... please
don't mention Morpheus again. Give me your phone. I'll call my parents to send
someone to pick us up."

Seamus' expression changed, his eyes flashing with an inscrutable chill.
"What's wrong?"

"Miss..." Seamus paused. "Let's not tell them about what's happening here."
"Why?"

"Do you want them to worry? I always tell your parents about good news and
spare them the worries."

Persephone paused. In her impression, her family's love and indulgence toward
her were boundless. She could seek help at home for any difficulty, without any
hesitation about sharing good or bad news.

Yet, Seamus was telling her now, "Miss, you've grown up. You have to consider
them. You can't act so irresponsibly anymore!

"Even though we're facing a bit of trouble now, it's manageable. Let's not worry
your parents!"

"But"

"Do you really want your parents to lose sleep worrying about you?"
Persephone gazed at him quietly. Truthfully, she felt Seamus was becoming more
and more peculiar. Whether it was her own perception or not, he didn't seem like
the same Seamus from Centrolis—the Seamus who had always put her first in
everything.

Although the current Seamus was still prioritizing her in everything, every word
he uttered felt like he was educating and condescending her.

Perhaps a person's character would change based on their environment.
Persephone took a deep breath.