Nolan slowly shook his head, looking helpless.
He gently patted Eliza's head, trying to soothe her. "You've got it all wrong, Eliza. I did say I have a wayward sister—but it's not you. It's your sister, Elina. So don't be sad anymore, okay?"
"Really?" Eliza lifted her head. The corners of her eyes were still wet, making her look even more adorable.
"Of course," Nolan replied with a soft smile as he wiped away her tears.
At last, Eliza began to calm down, and a bright smile returned to her face.
"By the way, Alicia," Nolan said, turning to her with a gentle look, "let me introduce you. This is my sister, Eliza Lorian. The naughty girl I mentioned earlier wasn't her—it was my other sister."
He then turned back to Eliza and said, "Eliza, this is Alicia, the daughter of Marquis Caltheron. She's your age. Come on, get to know each other."
Eliza looked at Alicia hesitantly, her expression nervous. It wasn't that she didn't want to make friends—she simply never had one before.
