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.

them for always being loyal

was a time like

Selena’s rapid deterioration had

to heavy snow, a servant volunteered to walk through the snow and buy medicinal herbs.

they took care of him like a family. It was that

not cold, madam. I had something

you can tell me. What if you

it’s getting cold, there is a hostess who is like

sat at the table,

the maid, approached Ian.

has sent a letter saying that she will arrive at the villa tomorrow

the meat and put it in his

Selena talked first.

she has more grey hair when

early.

“I’m fine, mother.”

out on Ian’s mind about his

seemed like his head was

will have gray hair soon.’

something grazed

over

was a silver-haired

all the time seemed to have no emotion.’

if she was

was

tried to recall the woman’s name. She said

I’m still a child.

Selena rose up from her

Betty asked,

you finished?”

will go sit on the

you haven’t been eating well for days

Ian to eat slowly and left.

up to the second floor with the rest in his

favorite rocking chair. Where is it now? Ah!’

rocking chair was in his room and he went that way.

expected, Selena was sitting there.

your meal yet?”

about you, mother…..”

me like I am a fragile grass. It’s really just indigestion.”

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

seem to be

is taking care of

lay down on the

light seemed brighter as if someone had added candles to

at

Please,

Mother and

***

Ian woke up.

ceiling similar to that of his dream just now, but he couldn’t win

atmosphere turned into a cold winter

was shedding

but because of the great heat that his head sent out

dipping a handkerchief into cold water and wiping

“You’re up.”

her usual calm tone.

“I….”

cough cough

was swollen and it was hard for him to speak.