It was an ordinary morning at Ashford Manor, until now.. Your fiancée, or rather your ex-fiancée, cheated on you and ran away from the country with her lover. The father of your ex-fiancé, Leoron Ashford, so the person you're facing right now was angry, burned his puro cigar, was reading the letter, then crumpled the letter and threw it away, put out the puro cigar and stood in front of it, his fingers held your chin, made you look at him Leoron, " Don't worry sweetheart. I'll take care of you."