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 to

was a time like this.

rapid deterioration had

wagon was in a state of limbo due to heavy snow, a servant volunteered

care of him like a family. It was that much of

had something stuck

sick, you can tell me. What if

in here, madam! Even though it’s getting cold, there is

the table, guided by the

maid,

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

the meat and put it in his mouth. Then he

Selena talked first.

wonder if she has more grey hair when she comes

must have gotten up early. Does this worry

“I’m fine, mother.”

thought popped out on Ian’s mind about

certainly seemed like his head was getting heavier.

have gray hair

something grazed his mind.

over

was a silver-haired

expression she made all the time seemed

if she was uncomfortable

was

woman’s name.

still a

rose up from

Betty asked,

have you finished?”

today. I will go sit on the second floor.”

you haven’t been eating well for days

Ian to eat slowly and left.

second floor with the

chair. Where is

was in his room and he went

expected, Selena was sitting there.

finished your

about

sometimes treat me like I am a fragile

looked over Selena. She was sitting on the rocking

seem

get sick because everyone is taking care of me

then did he lay down on the bed, with his

white ceiling filled his view. The light seemed brighter as if someone had added

eyes at it

Please,

this peace with Mother and the

***

Ian woke up.

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

into

shedding tears.

of the great heat that his head sent

water and wiping

“You’re up.”

him with her usual

“I….”

cough cough

tried to answer, but his throat was swollen and it was hard