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.

always

time like

Selena’s rapid deterioration had run out.

state of limbo due to heavy snow, a

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

not cold, madam. I had something stuck in

you’re sick, you can tell me. What if you ignore it

in here, madam! Even though it’s getting cold, there is a hostess who is like the sun!”

sat at the table, guided by the

the maid, approached

a letter saying that she will arrive

the meat and put it in his mouth. Then he raised

Selena talked first.

has more

up early. Does this worry you

“I’m fine, mother.”

out on Ian’s mind about his

his

I will have gray hair soon.’

something grazed

over

silver-haired young

made all the

wondered if she was uncomfortable with

was it?’

the woman’s name. She said she was his wife.

I’m still a child.

Selena rose up

Betty asked,

have you finished?”

will go sit on the second

you haven’t been eating well

to eat

floor with the rest in his

rocking chair. Where is it now?

that the rocking chair was in his

Selena was sitting there.

you finished your meal

worried about you, mother…..”

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

looked over Selena. She was sitting on the

She doesn’t seem to be getting

because everyone is taking care of me so well. So don’t worry.”

on the bed, with his mind at ease.

white ceiling filled his view. The light seemed brighter

closed his eyes at it and prayed inwardly.

Please,

with Mother and the servants last long.

***

Ian woke up.

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

warm atmosphere turned into

shedding

because he was sad, but because of the great

handkerchief into cold water and wiping

“You’re up.”

him with her usual calm tone.

“I….”

cough cough

swollen and it was hard for him to