Owen Carter said, "Don't worry, I took him to the Nine Spirits Sorcerer's manor to have his face changed. Now he looks exactly like Norton young master. As for Norton young master's body, I've already cremated it and brought back the ashes."

"You... you..." For a moment, Isabel Norton was completely speechless, especially since Owen Carter had taken it upon herself to cremate Norton's body. She hadn't even gotten to see her brother one last time, which caused her immense pain. But Owen Carter had done it all for the sake of the family, so she couldn't bring herself to voice any blame.

Owen Carter knelt on the ground and said, "I have done wrong, and I am willing to accept any punishment you see fit, miss. But for the sake of the Norton family's hundred-year legacy, please agree to my plan."

After speaking, Owen Carter bowed deeply, her forehead touching the ground.

"Don't do this..." Isabel Norton hurried forward to help her up, but she didn't know martial arts and couldn't move her at all.

"If you don't agree, miss, I will never get up," Owen Carter said resolutely.

Then, Isabel Norton noticed that Ian Carter was missing. Normally, she and Owen Carter were inseparable, like conjoined twins. She couldn't help but ask, "Where's Jingfeng?"

Owen Carter was silent for a moment, then said, "Changing faces costs a thousand gold coins, and I didn't have enough with me. The Nine Spirits Sorcerer proposed that my younger sister Ian stay by her side for three years in exchange for changing that child's face."

"How could you do that?" Isabel Norton said with heartache, "Ian has never been away from us since she was little. Leaving her in that sorcerer's manor for three years—she really won't be able to bear it. Take the money to the sorcerer's manor right away and bring Little Ian back."

"We can't bring her back. You know how eccentric sorcerers are; their word is law. For the sake of reviving the family, we're willing to do anything. What's three years of freedom for Little Ian in comparison?" Owen Carter said.

Isabel Norton said angrily, "Why didn't you come home and ask for my opinion before making these decisions?"

Owen Carter replied, "There wasn't enough time, and there are too many eyes and ears in the royal city."

Of course, the most important reason was that the young miss in front of her would never have agreed, so Owen Carter had simply made the decision herself.

Then, Owen Carter returned to the main topic, "Should we let that boy impersonate Norton young master? Please make the final decision, miss."

At once, Isabel Norton fell into a difficult dilemma. After a long while, she sighed and said, "Where is the child you brought?"

Owen Carter said, "I've already brought him. He's just outside the earl's residence."

"Go bring him in. I want to see him," Isabel Norton said.

"Yes." Owen Carter got up and walked out. As she turned her back to Isabel Norton, she let out a long sigh of relief.

……

Logan Bennett followed behind Owen Carter into the earl's residence. As he walked deeper inside, his heartbeat grew faster and faster.

The earl's residence was very large, but it already seemed a bit old, and there weren't many maids or servants left. He only saw a dozen or so people. For such a large estate, that was indeed very few.

Turning past a small garden, they arrived at a secluded back courtyard. In the yard stood a delicate little pavilion, and the snow-white pear blossoms inside were blooming brilliantly.

Owen Carter led Logan Bennett to the door of the pavilion, then said softly, "Miss, the young master is here."

"Let him in," came a voice from inside, slightly hoarse but incomparably pleasant to the ear.

Logan Bennett's body trembled, as if he were hallucinating, and he reached up to rub his ear.

"Push the door and go in," Owen Carter said, then stood guard outside, letting no one approach.

Logan Bennett stood dazed for a moment, his heart beating faster and faster, feeling as if he were about to take an exam. Even though he wasn't really willing to impersonate Norton.

Taking a deep breath, Logan Bennett pushed the door open and entered.

Immediately, he saw a stunningly graceful figure from behind. Just that silhouette alone was enough to make one's heart race.

The entire room was filled with a faint, enchanting fragrance—not from incense, but from the woman herself.

Logan Bennett had never seen such a captivating figure, and he even felt a strange, special sensation.

Moreover, for some reason, his heart suddenly gave a violent throb.

Isabel Norton took a deep breath, then opened her eyes and turned around. Facing a stranger who looked exactly like her brother, she truly needed to prepare herself mentally.

And the moment she turned, Logan Bennett's heart stopped, his eyes opened wide, and he stood there as if struck by lightning, completely motionless.

This woman was truly beautiful. No matter where she stood, it was as if she was shrouded in a halo, so beautiful it took one's breath away, like a fairy. Even though she was dressed as a married woman, she still exuded a pure, untouched maidenly charm.

But Logan Bennett's intense reaction was not because of her beauty.

A full minute passed before Logan Bennett could move again, and then he began to tremble uncontrollably—not just his hands, but his lips, cheeks, his whole body was shaking.

Finally, he suddenly rushed forward and hugged Isabel Norton tightly, holding her as if his life depended on it.

"Sister, sister, I found you! I found you! This isn't a dream, is it? This isn't a dream..."

"Heaven have mercy, heaven have mercy... Your face is healed too!"