That night, Josie had a restless sleep. She was tormented by dreams, her painful cries echoing through the room. Dexter sat by her side, keeping a vigil throughout the night. When Josie woke up, Dexter had just finished setting up breakfast. “Good morning.” Her hair was a mess. She stood there in confusion. “Dexter, yesterday, I—” “Forget about the unpleasant things. Go freshen up and come have breakfast.” Josie's reaction was a bit slow. Only after she made her way to the bathroom did she realize what was happening. Looking down, she noticed that the toothpaste had already been squeezed out and the towel was neatly laid out. The clinking of dishes and cutlery echoed from outside. It was at this moment that she truly understood what Dexter had said. Her life hadn't been ruined. Josie had significantly calmed down. She absentmindedly ate her poached egg. “You don't seem surprised at all that Morgan is Mr. Dalton.” “I had a hunch about it earlier, and your words just confirmed it.” Dexter handed her a glass of milk. “How did you manage to guess?” “The reason Mr. Dalton was able to rule over Rivodia for so long was certainly due to the backing from higher-ups. Thus, he would have needed a reputable family as a front, and the powerful Bastille family was the best choice. In the past two years, Morgan has deliberately concealed his identity as the heir to the Bastille family, choosing instead to lay low. I have every reason to suspect that during this time, he has been operating under the guise of Wayne Dalton,” Dexter said in a calm voice. “Moreover, Mr. Dalton has always been secretive about his true identity, which is quite suspicious. Of course, all of this was just my speculation until you mentioned Yulissa yesterday. That's when I became certain.” Precisely because she was the daughter of the butler, no leads had been found over these past years. Josie didn't feel like eating. She put down her knife and fork. “Arnold listens to Mr. Dalton. Does he know that he's Morgan?” “He probably doesn't know. I've been rivals with Arnold for many years. He's a man of many thoughts. Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't easily side with others. If he knew he was Morgan, he wouldn't have pledged allegiance.”Josie let out a bitter laugh. “You seem to know Arnold quite well.” “Isn't that the case for you too?” This statement seemed somewhat passive-aggressive to Josie, who pursed her lips. “Do you think now is the time to get jealous?” Dexter propped his chin on his hands. “I've always been curious. You've had feelings for Morgan, for me, but have you ever been attracted to Arnold?” “What kind of person do you think I am? You make me sound like a hopeless romantic.” Dexter extended his hand, pulling her into his embrace. He gently caressed her face. “Have you?” At this point, Josie felt it was essential to clarify herself. “My feelings for Morgan were just a fleeting crush during my early adolescence, and there's nothing left after that. As for Arnold, it was merely an act. I admit I had a crush on him, but it didn't last.” “And what about me?” His expression was serene as he looked up expectantly for her response. Josie tried to break free. “It's not like you don't know.”The man held her back. “I want to hear you say it.” “Yes, I loved you. Are you happy now?” Josie confessed, her face flushing a deep red. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. Dexter got the answer he was hoping for and suppressed a chuckle. “Loved? So you don't love me anymore now?” Josie gritted her teeth, cupping his face gently, and gave him a light pat. “Mr. Russell, you really like pushing your luck.” “You've known this since forever.” “I've always thought that I would never in my life love and hate another person as much as I love and hate you.”