Three years ago, everyone in Eldermere City knew the same truth. The noble heir Adrian Vale, a man of elegance and untouchable grace, had married an orchard laborer and made her his duchess consort. Three years later, everyone in Eldermere City knew it still. The same Adrian, who once cherished his duchess consort above all else, now intended to take a lotus picker as his secondary consort. Elaine Hart's gaze fell on the hand Adrian had draped around Lydia Marlowe's waist. "Adrian, I do not consent to this marriage." Adrian sighed, his expression laced with restrained impatience. "Elaine, Lydia is a fragile girl. She has lost her memory, and now that spring has come, there are no lotus blooms to harvest. She has no means to survive. You once made your living picking leaves yourself; how can you show so little compassion?" Elaine lowered her eyes, her voice quiet, steeped in sorrow. "If you only wish to help her, there are other ways. You could grant her a residence, provide her with coins, or find her a suitable husband…" At the words "a suitable husband," Adrian's expression darkened abruptly. "Elaine!" His voice turned sharp. "I am informing you, not asking for your approval. In three days, Lydia will enter this household." "Then… please grant me a decree of dissolution." Elaine spoke so softly it was almost a whisper, yet to Adrian, it struck like thunder.