After saying that, Elena-san kept talking sadly about the current situation while crying.
Apparently, the aristocrat that came yesterday, my father, goes by the name of Bardomir Dorian. He gave us just enough money to live in this house for five years if we count the self-sufficiency of the house.
After spitting out those pent-up feelings, Elena-san calms down and starts looking bashful. She probably just realized that she is talking to a three years old.