When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 7

When Ian was young, his mother Selena had nothing to do ever since she began to take care of herself and Ian at the villa.

The Duke also couldn’t serve as a caretaker to her, and no one came to the cottage in the mountains.

Selena, who liked to be in a calm atmosphere from the beginning, was satisfied with him.

She would knit often. She could hold the wool all day long.

Young Ian would often run around the villa and come in exhausted.

He would hear the sound of noodles squirting as it boiled down the stove while falling asleep.

Turning her head, Selena would start to knit while sitting on the rocking chair.

Ian, who collapsed after not being able to speak to Laritte, had a dream.

He went back to face his ‘enemy’ who used to live in the villa with his precious mother.

“Did you wake up?”

As Selena said that, Ian blinked and shifted his upper body on the bed.

He felt like he had forgotten something, so he peered at both of his hands and saw a little child’s fingers.

‘I am sure they were a lot bigger than this.’

“I’m going to have breakfast. Betty said you have been working hard.”

Selena put down what she was knitting and raised Ian up.

He felt a sense of Déjà vu but soon followed her.

The villa where he stayed as a child was as colorful as a peacock without a speck of dust.

But there was also a cozy side.

A clean, soft-colored wallpaper, that could be seen under the light of an electric lamp, while walking along the corridor….

“Are you going to eat here? You could have let me send it up.”

“Good morning, Master.”

“Did Master sleep without washing up again?”

The employees, who followed to serve Selena Reinhardt, were usually energetic and active.

It was the result of the generosity of the Duke of Reinhardt at that time.

Selena was quiet and fragile. Betty was afraid that she might lose her energy sooner than expected.

In addition, Selena took good care of the employee.

“Can you serve my breakfast and Ian’s?”

“Yes, madam! There’s an amazing smoked dish. There was a meat festival down there, and I brought the best quality from the market.”

Cough cough

“Oh, Betty. You don’t have a cold, do you?”

She was a woman who would worry if a maid was sick or not.

She was elegant and smooth, and she did not require much formality.

That’s why the employees would often forget that their family was the second most powerful house after the royal family.

liked them for always being

time like this.

rapid deterioration

heavy snow, a servant

got frostbite all over his body, they took care of him like a family. It was that much of a

madam. I had something stuck in my

can tell me. What if you

madam! Even though it’s getting cold, there is a hostess who is

at the table, guided

maid, approached

right! Master, your nanny has sent a letter saying that she will arrive at the villa tomorrow after her vacation.”

cut up the meat and put it in his mouth. Then

Selena talked first.

I wonder if she has more grey

have gotten up early. Does this worry you

“I’m fine, mother.”

popped out on Ian’s mind about his

certainly seemed like his head was

will have

grazed his mind.

she over twenty?’

silver-haired

she made all the time seemed to

wondered if she was uncomfortable

who was

woman’s name. She said she

still a child. What wife?’

rose up from her

Betty asked,

you

feel very well today. I will go sit on the second floor.”

haven’t been eating well for days already…”

to eat slowly and

second floor

Where is

rocking chair was in his room

was sitting

your meal yet?”

was worried about

sometimes treat me like I am a fragile grass. It’s

and looked over Selena. She was sitting on the rocking chair with

doesn’t seem to be getting

get sick because everyone is taking care of me

the bed,

filled his view. The light seemed brighter as if someone had added candles to the chandelier.

his eyes at it and

Please,

peace with Mother and the servants last long.

***

Ian woke up.

see a ceiling similar to that of his dream just now, but he couldn’t win back those tens of years, so

into a cold winter air.

shedding

not because he was sad, but because of the great heat that his

dipping a handkerchief into cold water and wiping

“You’re up.”

with her usual calm

“I….”

cough cough

answer, but his throat was swollen and it