The Duke of Vermeers

My mother told me that my father had just left. Before he left, he told my mother that he needed to go out hunting to get ready for dinner that night. "I told him there was still enough food in the farmhouse to get us through tonight, but he insisted on going out!" My mother looked uneasy and said, "I'm afraid he didn't really go hunting!" " "If he's not looking for food, where else can he go?" I asked suspiciously, "If he runs around, it will be bad if he encounters the guards!" " "Maybe Father just wants to go out and get some air!" At this time, Susan appeared out of nowhere, and she said coldly, "After all, he had a big fight with his mother just now, and he almost got into a fight!" I am afraid he does not yet wish to face his mother. I'm sure I'll come back later when my father's anger subsides!" My mother glared at Susan, clearly resenting the tone of her voice. Susan only rolled her eyes and turned to lie down on the bed, her eyes staring blankly at the gray wall, her fingers c