Tori Transmigrated - Chapter 157: Take the Damn Carriage

Several eyes were fixed on JP with varying states of shock and confusion.

“He had a breakdown?” Henrik asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “Guthry?”

JP nodded. “I heard from Madam McIntyre’s daughter, the nurse. She was dispatched with her medical team from the Central Imperial Hospital to the Prime Minister’s manor last night. Guthry collapsed after breaking down.”

Tori leaned back against her chair and tapped her fingers on the table. “I’m not too surprised.”

“You’re not?” Ilyana asked. The others also turned to her with surprise.

“He may have been trying to hide it, but obviously, he’d been under an immense amount of stress that spiraled out of his control. He was kidnapped and almost killed this summer. That can’t be without some lasting trauma. It resulted in his parents’ disappointment in him, likely the most they’d ever been, and he was their golden child. His project was not only failing, but implicated his father. Any trust they had was likely worn out at that point.

“There was the financial pressure to fix his craftsmen school and to support Hart. His rank has been falling since we started Lycée to the point that he’s out of the top ten. He’s excluded from Ilyana’s reviews, so everyone in our year knows that there is some animosity between him and us. Other students almost avoid him. Now, there was the schoolhouse collapse which had consequences far beyond what he expected,” Tori said. “I wouldn’t be surprised that he’d been in denial until the official punishments were issued.”

“So…it broke him?” Sonia asked.

Tori nodded. “It seems like it. I don’t know if this will change anything, though.”

Ilyana’s eyes narrowed. “It would be a miracle if it did considering how every time you tried to talk some sense into him, he’d just ramble on.”

“It was like talking to a wall.” Tori had said it many times before.

“If he had a breakdown, does that mean he won’t go to school when we start next week?” Henrik asked. “This isn’t something that can be solved in a weekend.”

JP pursed his lips. “Nurse McIntyre says that when her shift ended, he was still bedridden.”

“Do you know what the fines and punishments were?” Ilyana asked. JP shook his head and glanced at Tori.

She nodded understandingly. “It won’t be too difficult to find out. It’s a publicly recorded case. I can inquire about him and Hart, but the consequences with the Lycée project will be difficult to get. Headmaster Laurent isn’t going to advertise a student’s failure, especially when they’re still amid completing the project.”

“Is his project salvageable at this point?” Sonia asked as she leaned back and crossed her arms. “I heard he was trying to reorganize it and hire responsible instructors, but after this, who’d want to be associated with his craftsman school?”

Ilyana and Henrik nodded. Sonia made a good point.

“It’s almost a mark of shame to have gone there. It would be better to pretend otherwise and try to get an apprenticeship somewhere else,” Henrik said.

“Who’s getting an apprenticeship?” Ewan asked as he arrived with Axton just a step behind him. Albert tilted his head to the side, also curious.

“No one, but JP found out that Guthry had a breakdown and collapsed,” Henrik replied. Ewan’s eyes went wide, and Albert’s jaw dropped.

“Guthry?” they both chorused with disbelief. JP nodded.

Tori looked past them, at Axton. “Is it possible for you to find out what his fine and punishment are?”

“Why don’t you ask Piers?” Axton said. “He tried to get the maximum punishment.”

“Prison time?” Ilyana perked up.

“Why do you want him to go to prison so badly?” Sonia asked.

Henrik smirked. “He’ll be safer there.”

“Safe from whom?”

“Ilyana.”

Tori let out a snort as Ilyana puffed out her cheeks. Tori looked around and furrowed her brows. “Where’s Piers? I thought he was with you.”

“I’m here.” Piers said, appearing from behind them. He had a stoic look on his face as his brother followed behind him. “He wants to come.”

Tori scrunched her face as Gideon seemed to peek out from behind his brother and tried not to look desperate to join. Tori glanced at her friends and they either looked at her to take the lead or frowned.

“Does he know that after dinner, we’re going to the delta?” Tori asked. Her first official chamber session was in a week, and she wanted to follow up with her chosen representative and the commoner representative on what to expect.

“Don’t tell me he wants to come, too.” Ilyana frowned more so. Gideon’s eyes dropped and he looked almost wounded. “We only allocated enough snacks for us. What’s he going to eat on the way?”

“We can just ask Mr. Jager to pack up some more things,” Sonia said, motioning one hand towards the back of the cafe. The cafe’s delicacies were extremely popular, and Henrik swore that more people came to the cafe for the cafe’s food than from Duel itself. It wasn’t a bad thing; it was just more than expected.

“Is His Highness packed?” Henrik asked.

Gideon’s eyes lit up and he lifted his head. “I can have my things brought to the Three Queens. And I’ll bring my own carriage!”

The group exchanged looks. “Then, we won’t be too crowded in the carriage,” Albert said.

“We can play a round or two on the way there,” Ewan suggested. He looked at Gideon. “Your Highness, do you have a table in your carriage?”

Gideon nodded earnestly. “Yes, it folds out from the sides and connects.”

They looked towards Tori for the final approval. Tori finished off her drink and nodded. “All right, decide who sits where so you can play, but don’t stay up the entire time.”

“We’ve only done that once,” Albert said with a wave of his hand. Tori stared at him, and he shrunk back. “Okay, we do it all the time when you’re not in the carriage with us.”

“I’m aware.”

“Axton,” Piers said as he watched his brother rush off with Ewan and Albert to order more snacks to be packed up. “Are you inviting Montan?”

“No,” Axton answered immediately. “He has to work this weekend.”

Tori’s eyes flicked past him. “Some other time, then.”

“When it’s warmer. There isn’t as much to do at the delta when it’s winter,” Axton said. “It’ll be good if his first taste of the delta is when there are festivities happening.”

The corner of Tori’s lip curled up. “Did you hear that, Mr. Alvere? Keep the Spring Festival clear so you can come with us to the delta.”

Axton perked up and he turned around. Montan had his head bowed as he stopped behind them, his pale hands clenching the crossbar of the snack cart he was pushing. Axton stared at the top of his head for a moment and then let out a low, resigned breath.

“Do you want to come or not?” Axton asked, sounding almost annoyed.

“You should come,” Gideon walked back with a scone in his hand. “There’s a lot to do and you can try food you can’t get in the city.”

“You’re planning to go, too?” Piers asked with a raised brow. Gideon nodded.

“Mother also wants to go.”

“Why are you eating? We’re going to dinner.”

Gideon looked at the half-eaten scone in his hand, as if he didn’t realize he had picked it up and started eating.

“I’ll talk to Mr. Somerset to keep it open,” a strained voice came from the young man with the dark-blue hair. “Thank you.”

Axton let out a low grumble and Montan pushed the cart past them to get to the back counter. As Axton eyed his half-brother, Tori stood up and patted his shoulder.

“All right, let’s go to dinner.”

Tori and her friends crowded into her carriage, leaving the imperial carriage that Piers had prepared to him, Axton, and Gideon. They had to wait until they were seated in the rooftop dining room of the Three Queens for Piers to tell them what the punishments were.

“Mr. Dimitri Guthry was sentenced to pay a fine of a thousand gold coins for his negligence in hiring incapable craftsmen. In addition, he must pay for the medical treatment of the children who were injured, and compensate them and the abbey. The Prime Minister have arranged compensation to be paid as support to the orphanage for a total of three thousand gold coins per year for the next nine years.

“The nine years was estimated using the average age of the children and how many years until they’d reach sixteen, the legal age of majority. The Prime Minister lobbied heavily to avoid any prison sentence, however short, and the tribunal agreed to public service for two years.”

“What does public service include?” Tori asked from his right side.

“Unpaid heavy manual labor. He may be assigned to the city dump, to do sanitary work, assist with clearing for construction, or rebuilding and repairing old structures in the city,” Piers replied.

“Was Hart charged with anything?” Tori asked.

Gideon frowned from across the table. “Why would Alessa be charged? She had nothing to do with this!”

Piers gave a single shake of his head.

“Baroness Hart oversaw the project. She accepted the labor offered by Mr. Guthry. The tribunal believed that she should have known about the problems Mr. Guthry’s craftsmen school had and therefore, should have anticipated that the quality of the structure could be questioned and should have had the structure overseen by experienced builders. Her attorney-”

“She had an attorney?” Sonia’s eyes were wide.

“Yes.”

“How did she pay for it?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Tori said. “The point is that she had one and the attorney likely painted her as a victim as well because this is her project, and she has no reason to want such an accident to occur.” She looked at Piers. “Am I right?”

Piers nodded. “She was still sentenced to pay a five hundred gold fine for her negligence and if she wishes to rebuild, she is required to use guild members paid at the market rate, have the plans for the structure approved by both the guilds and the city’s engineering council, as well as have a seasoned foreman on-site to review every aspect of the construction.”

Albert let out a low whistle. “That’s going to cost more than five hundred gold….”

Tori calculated it in her head. A thousand gold coins in Soleil took an average city dweller four or five years to earn, after the various empire taxes. More rural citizens would need seven to eight years.

For families like hers, a thousand gold coins was a drop in the proverbial bucket. For someone in Alessa’s position, this was a painful amount to pay. Unless, of course, someone paid for her.

Her eyes moved over Gideon for a moment.

“But that’s not fair….” Gideon shook his head. “She didn’t mean for this to happen. It was an accident and out of her control.”

“Not completely,” Ilyana said. “As His Highness said, the tribunal knew that Hart knew about Guthry’s craftsmen school’s problems. The students at the school have left a trail of well-documented problems.”

“Guthry and Hart are close friends,” Tori told him. “She must’ve known.”

Gideon shook his head. “But she trusted Guthry to send her capable workers.”

“And she put her trust in the wrong person,” Sonia said in a sharp voice. “Even if she trusts him, that doesn’t mean she should let them work without any oversight. That’s irresponsible.”

“In the delta, we have seasoned guild members, but everything is reviewed from the ground composition before we start, all the way to inspecting a finished structure to comply with empire regulations and the recommendations of professionals,” JP told him. “Tori trusts the guild members, but accidents happen.”

“Arranging safety procedures isn’t an insult to the workers. If she was going to build a schoolhouse, safety should have been Hart’s priority,” Tori said firmly. “This was negligence on her part, and she must take responsibility for her lack of oversight.”

Gideon’s shoulders shrank, and he looked down. “But how is she going to afford such a fine?”

“If she cannot pay all at once, it will be deducted from her family’s income over the next three years,” Piers replied. “Gideon, there are always consequences to one’s actions.”

His brother quieted down and Tori furrowed her brows.

“Do we know anything about how this will affect their Lycée projects?” she asked. “I’m sure this isn’t the first time a student’s negligence has caused a problem or caused a project to fail.”

“That is up to the school board to decide,” Piers told them. “However, it is certain that their projects will be reassessed.”

“Was he suspended for the rest of the year or did his parents request a leave of absence?” Ilyana sat up straight and looked up from her lunch. Tori sat next to her, slowly chewing her sandwich in thought.

JP had barged into their homeroom with excitement all over his face. How he found out the result of Dimitri’s punishment from Lycée halfway through their first day back to class after winter break was impressive.

“Suspension due to his part in the schoolhouse collapse. Even if it was just his own negligence, he still had a part in it and the school board was very displeased. In addition, his project is up for review and reassessment within this semester because of what happened,” JP told them. “As of right now, there is a hold on his project, and he is not to proceed until the school re-evaluates it and makes some changes.” He looked towards the front of the class, towards where Alessa would’ve been seated if she hadn’t left for lunch. Still, JP lowered his voice and crouched down beside Ilyana’s desk. “Hart’s project is also on hold for three months and will be re-evaluated. An advisory committee will be assigned to help try to realign her project like Guthry’s.”

Ilyana’s eyes were wide, and Tori took in a deep breath. According to Kasen, reassessment happened when there was either cause for a massive change in the student’s plans, such as financial issues within their family that would heavily affect their project to the point of nearly disabling it, or they messed up so badly that the school had to step in to mitigate any further damage because the student could not be trusted to salvage their own project.

For Guthry this was clearly the latter.

“They should’ve stepped in earlier,” Tori said.

“I think they need to notify the school of financial changes for a reassessment,” Ilyana replied. She looked at JP curiously. “How’d you find out so soon?”

“I know some people.”

Tori squinted her eyes. “Your network of information is both impressive and terrifying.”

JP shrugged his shoulders. “Information is valuable…and so are friends and family discounts at Lions Gate.”

Tori sighed. “Well, do you know if the Guthrys submitted a leave of absence anyway? I don’t think it’s necessary at this point, but I’m curious.”

JP shook his head. “I didn’t hear anything about it. Hart was going to be suspended, but it was deemed that this was an accident, and while she was negligent, she is partially a victim.”

Ilyana let out a low huff and bit into her sandwich violently. “She always gets away with everything.”

“They may have based some of their decision on the tribunal ruling. If she can’t work on her project while it’s being reassessed, how is the abbey going to deal with the students?” JP asked, looking at Tori.

“I assume they’re going to continue what they did before and have classes in the great hall,” Tori replied. She looked towards Alessa’s desk. “I really don’t think it should’ve gone this bad.”

“Alessa, it’ll be all right. Since you wanted to invest into your barony and have little to spend on the project at the moment, the reassessment will help relieve some of the burden of cost.”

That was one way of looking at it. Tori looked over her shoulder and saw Gideon returning to Alessa and Fabian. Alessa’s eyes were red, and it looked as if she had just received the news of her punishment. She sniffled as her hands clenched at her sides.

Tori looked back at JP, even more impressed that he somehow got the news before Alessa did.

“No wonder my brother asked you to spy on me.”

JP jerked his head back and his eyes widened. “You know about that?”

Tori narrowed her eyes a bit. “I know a lot of things.”

“I am sure that the school board’s advisors on the matter will find a suitable solution.” Gideon seemed to still try to console Alessa, but the pretty blonde heroine couldn’t seem to quell how upset she was.

As they passed, Tori tried not to stare. Fabian caught her fleeting glance and immediately frowned.

“Are you happy about this?” His sharp voice seemed to come without warning and Tori turned her head towards him with crinkled eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“Are you happy about this?” he repeated with a glare.

“Why would I be happy about this, von Dorn?” Tori asked as she leaned back against her seat and looked at him expectantly. “Do you take me to be a person who would gladly watch orphans suffer?”

“It’s not about the orphans-”

“It is very much about the orphans.” Tori cut him off. “I don’t care whose project it is. What is important to me is that those children who are already disadvantaged do not suffer further. I would be very happy for Baroness Hart’s project to be a resounding success because it would mean that those orphans were getting a proper education.”

“Fabian.” Gideon walked back up the stairs to get to them, leaving Alessa’s side. He held out an arm and moved it in between Fabian and Tori. “Guevera is petty, but she wouldn’t hold it against an innocent party.”

Tori pursed her lips. In all honesty, she wasn’t sure how to take that. She was fairly sure he was defending her, but at the same time, was it necessary to point out that she was petty? She shook her head.

“Both my brother and I have made donations to the abbey to help fund the school and my brother is sponsoring a pair of siblings,” Tori told him. “If you’re asking if I’m happy about the orphanage’s lack of educational materials, I’m not. If you’re asking if I’m happy about Baroness Hart’s project being reassessed, I most certainly am.”

“Guevera!” Gideon shot her a frown and Tori waved her hand dismissively

“It’s a good thing to have it reassessed considering the circumstances. Didn’t you agree earlier?” Tori asked with a raised brow. “Baroness Hart will receive guidance and that’s not a bad thing.”

“She didn’t end up like Guthry,” JP said as he stood up beside Ilyana’s desk. “I’d count her as lucky.”

Fabian gave him a scathing glare, but Alessa had grabbed on to his arm and tugged him back.

“It’s fine! I really am lucky,” Alessa said. “The accident could’ve been worse. Even if I wasn’t aware of the craftsmen selling building materials, it was still my project. No matter what, I should take responsibility.”

Tori nodded and looked at Fabian with a daring expression. “You see? She understands. Why can’t you?”

Fabian scowled and Gideon let out a heavy breath. “Guevera, can’t you be a bit more sensitive with your words?”

“I don’t need to show kindness to someone who addresses me in such a way.” Tori turned her head away in distaste. “Von Dorn doesn’t care what I think about him.”

The corner of Fabian’s eye twitched. His cheeks heated up, but he turned his head away. He took Alessa’s hand and led her down the steps to her seat. Tori caught Fabian glancing back at her twice before he settled into his seat. He was closest one to Alessa now that Gideon sat in front of Tori and Dimitri was suspended.

JP gave Tori and Ilyana a knowing look before slipping out of their classroom.

Gideon took his seat in front of her and let out a heavy breath. He looked down, towards the front of the class, where Alessa was seated. Tori followed his gaze and continued to eat her lunch.

“You cannot involve yourself in her project all the time, else she wouldn’t be the one doing it,” Tori said in a low voice.

He sat up straight and looked back at her. He frowned. “My brother helped you with your project.”

“Many people help me with my project, but I still oversee it. All the little details, arrangements, the schedules, payments, orders, everything that goes into a project of this scale I’ve overseen to an extent. I am managing my project and all the people involved,” Tori told him. “I don’t hand it off and forget about it.”

Gideon furrowed his brows. “Alessa doesn’t have your background.”

“She doesn’t need my background to do her project,” Tori said in a sharp voice. “She doesn’t need your background either. If you help her too much, she won’t do anything on her own and things will get out of her control, like this entire debacle.”

Gideon frowned. “Are you saying this is my fault?”

“I’m saying help her less so she can learn to help herself,” Tori said with an air of finality. She finished off her lunch just as Instructor Rosemund returned and the class began to take their seats.

Instructor Rosemund didn’t announce Dimitri’s suspension or bring him up at all, but that didn’t mean news about him didn’t spread through the class. By the end of the day, their entire year knew that he was suspended for the rest of the year and that his project almost resulted in a tragedy at an abbey.

Tori adjusted her bag over her shoulder as she left her dance class. Fabian had been awkward during class and practiced a ballroom dance as far away from her as possible. He wouldn’t make eye contact with her, and he hadn’t said a word. Not even a snide comment. Tori didn’t want to deal with him, so she ignored him and continued to focus on the blessing dance for her brother’s wedding.

She was more than halfway through the dance, and she estimated that by the spring festival, she could start doing full runs of the dance. Her costume would be fitted around that time, and she could start wearing it to get used to the weight of the robes and gilded mask before the wedding.

Still in her dance practice clothes, Tori put on her heavy winter cloak, obscuring the practice clothes. She had an errand at Duel and Ilyana asked her to pick up some cream puffs on her way back. As Tori reached the front gates, she caught sight of a familiar blue-haired young man walking out along the school walls, past a modest carriage.

Tori narrowed her eyes and frowned. She quickened her speed and handed her bag to her carriage driver before jogging after Montan.

“Hey! Alvere, don’t you work today?” She sounded a bit more scolding than she intended, but it got the desired effect. Montan stopped at once and almost seemed to stiffen before he turned around. She doubted he’d respond too negatively, as she was now technically his employer.

“Countess Guevera.” Montan gave her a small bow of his head and then turned back around and continued walking.

“Hold on!” Tori frowned and marched forward. “I asked you a question.”

“I will arrive at Duel on time, my lady,” Montan replied in a quiet voice as Tori darted in front of him.

“Yes, I’m sure you will. The carriage Axton sent is waiting for you.” Tori motioned to the brown carriage parked just behind SIG One. Axton had gone through such lengths to prepare a carriage for him. He’d been so pleased with it that he’d told her and Piers all about it. She frowned at Montan. “Didn’t he tell you what it looked like?”

Montan had stopped in front of her, and he avoided her eyes. “I don’t need to take Duke Alvere’s carriage. I will take a shared carriage from the plaza.”

“Why?” Tori’s brows knit together. “He had it prepared for you.” Montan drew in his lips and bit them. Tori let out a heavy breath. “Mr. Alvere, taking a shared carriage every day after class will add up and be costly. Axton has already prepared a carriage to take you to and from Duel when you work free of charge. Why are you wasting money?”

The corner of his eye twitched. She’d touched a nerve. She knew how desperate he was to save what little money he had.

“I’m not….” He trailed off and briefly met her gaze, but looked away once more. “He doesn’t have to.”

“He already has,” Tori said. “Mr. Alvere, please get in the carriage.” He opened his mouth to refute her, but Tori stepped closer. “Get in the carriage or I will call Axton right now.” His face seemed to pale two shades and he turned around, making a beeline to the non-descript carriage.

Tori followed behind him and made some gestures to Mr. Novak waiting by SIG One. Her driver picked it up immediately and nodded. He put her bag into the carriage and then climbed on to the driver’s seat.

The driver of Axton’s carriage opened the door.

“Young Master,” he greeted Montan casually, but Montan nearly tripped when he heard it. He didn’t respond and instead gripped a hand bar on the side of the carriage to pull himself up. The driver waited until he climbed in before turning to Tori and giving her a kind smile. “Good afternoon, Countess Guevera.”

“Mr. Frank, good to see you.” Tori smiled back and climbed into the carriage. As she pulled herself up, Montan’s eyes widened and stared at her in shock.

“What….” He gasped and almost pointed at her as she took a seat across from him. The door closed and Tori crossed her legs and gave him an expectant look.

“What?”

Montan frowned at once. “Why are you in this carriage?”

“Coincidentally, I am also going to Duel. Mr. Somerset had an urgent matter. Henrik had a comcry call scheduled today,” Tori told him. She narrowed her eyes. “You don’t mind that I joined you, do you?”

Montan shifted uncomfortably once more. He didn’t say a word as the carriage began to move. Tori kept her eyes on him, and Montan seemed to be trying to avoid them.

She took a deep breath. “How do you like working at Duel?”

“It’s good. Mr. Somerset is a good manager and I appreciate the opportunity, my lady,” Montan said. He still refused to meet her eyes.

“Are you experiencing any difficulties? Is there anything too challenging?”

“No, my lady.”

“I have asked Mr. Somerset to limit your hours during the school week, as you are still a student. Has he informed you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

His robotic answers were straightforward, but she found herself becoming annoyed. “Axton told me that he prepared this carriage for your commute. He told you, didn’t he?”

“He did, my lady.”

“Then why won’t you take it?” Tori asked. If she didn’t catch him today, she wouldn’t know and there was no guarantee that he would take the carriage in the future, when she didn’t run into him.

Montan hesitated. “I’ve troubled Duke Alvere too much.”

“Is that what Axton said?”

“No, but-”

“Then do you believe you know what he’s thinking and can make his decisions for him?” Tori asked. Montan shrank back. He looked at Tori with a pained expression.

“He doesn’t like me. He only prepared this carriage as an obligation.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Tori asked. “Axton feels obliged to take care of you. Is that so terrible?”

Montan looked at her the same way she looked at Dimitri when she was trying to talk sense into him. Being on the opposite end of that look was annoying. “I told you; he doesn’t like me.”

“Yes, and I’m telling you, so what? Axton still wants to take care of you. He wants you to have a good education. He wants to give you the freedom to work and in a safe environment. He wants to protect you. Why do you think he picked this carriage?” Tori asked, looking at Montan critically. “Do you think it’s old and dilapidated and that’s why he picked it?”

Montan didn’t say anything aloud, but his expression confirmed it.

Tori frowned. “The carriage was picked because it doesn’t attract attention. It has no ostentatious decorations outside, no emblems, no signs. It can easily be lost in a crowd of other carriages. Axton picked this one for your commute to protect you. He knows that your father is looking for you and may cause trouble, so he chose a carriage that would keep you hidden and avoid your father’s eyes.”

Montan lifted his head. “Protect me?”

Tori lifted her hand towards the back, behind Montan’s head. “This carriage has been fixed and renovated for comfort. Do you see that box and those two crystals? Adjustable heating and cooling. There is also a silence charm inside to keep conversations private. Look out these windows. Notice how everything is tinted a bit darker than normal?” Tori asked. Montan, despite himself, turned towards the window and nodded. “If you’re outside, you can’t see inside. All you see is a reflection of yourself and darkness. These windows are tinted using crystal technology developed in the delta. There are only half a dozen carriages in the empire that have that technology.”

Montan snapped his head back towards her. “People can’t see inside?”

“You can test it when we arrive at Duel,” Tori told him. “And listen….” She went quiet for a moment and glanced around. “Do you hear any creaking or squeaking? Is the carriage shaking badly? No. The support of this carriage is as good as any imperial carriage. The upholstery is brand new. You’re sitting on an embroidered cushion that would normally cost an average laborer a week’s wages. Lastly, the driver and footman. Mr. Frank and Mr. Vanderwalt are former soldiers who finished their initial conscription. Guess why Axton hired them.”

Montan’s eyes seemed to grow larger and reflect a restrained hope. “Why?”

“To protect you in case of a confrontation,” Tori told him. She shook her head and leaned back. “He prepared all of this to keep you safe. Why are you going to throw it in his face and reject it?”

Montan’s eyes glistened over. “Does he pity me?”

“Yes.” Tori didn’t hesitate to confirm it. Montan shut his eyes tight. “But he also doesn’t want to see you suffer. If you want to repay him, then continue to work hard and go to school. Don’t worry about anything else.”

“He’s always been kind to you,” Montan said in a hoarse voice. “I can’t help but envy you.”

“And you should,” Tori said, unapologetic. Montan lifted his head and looked at her with disbelief. If he expected her to be modest, he had another thing coming. “You should know how lucky a person is to have people who care about them. Just the support of one person can change your life. You are now getting the support of one person who doesn’t expect anything in return. Take it and change your life.” Tori held his gaze confidently. “Mr. Alvere. Take the damn carriage.”