Marquess Connor arrived just as Viola spoke these words. Although her voice was very weak, it was as melodious as a black-naped oriole and extremely sweet to Marquess Connor's ears.
She would rather be the wife of someone poor than the concubine of someone rich! In a world where the weak were prey to the strong, just how many people could possess such a virtuous and noble character? Hence, Marquess Connor could not help but feel admiration for this stubborn girl due to her words.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw the girl's body fall towards the ground. He was stunned for a moment before rushing forward without thinking and catching her delicate body that was about to land on the ground.
Viola's eyelashes imperceptibly trembled. Her complexion was pale, and her body was co
