Guidelines for the Perfect Goodbye - Chapter 110
“Ah…”
Cecilia laughed awkwardly, touching her hair.
“I don’t have a maid with me, so it’s a bit inconvenient.”
“Weren’t there any servants in the annex?”
“I don’t like strangers touching me.”
“I see.”
“Yes.”
Cecilia intended to end the conversation. She had thought of forming an alliance to break off the engagement, but the timing was not right.
Bringing up such a topic now when Logan harbored doubts would not bode well.
Cecilia hurried her steps using time as an excuse, and Logan politely stopped her near the hall entrance.
“I’ll go my way from here.”
He stated.
“It wouldn’t look good to others for a man and a woman to enter at this hour, even if we are engaged.”
After all, the future is unknown. His words implied more than he said.
“…Very well.”
Cecilia entered inside first. His gaze clung persistently. Already uncomfortable, she felt even more so.
* * *
Logan lit a cigarette. The small flame twinkled like a distant campfire, and the smoke rose into the dark night sky.
He exhaled deeply, thinking about his fiancée. His lips slowly curled around the cigarette.
‘Just a bunch of blatant liars.’
His gaze was directed towards the annex.
Should he go in?
Go there and see with his own eyes?
See what’s in the annex, expose it, and strip the nobility’s scandal bare for all the market to see.
He could do it.
The era was driven by gold, and the public was controlled by opinion.
‘And public opinion does not refuse a risk-free bribe.’
The scandal of the Count’s family was not an incident that threatened the entire privileged class. Unlike the capital, local newspapers constantly struggling with financial difficulties would not pass up such intriguing gossip.
However, if it went that way, his grandfather would be furious, his own dignity would be slightly tarnished, and the honor of the Lasphilla family would hit rock bottom.
And… And…
The origin and the main culprit of all this.
Cecilia Lasphilla. Or her biological mother.
They would be utterly destroyed.
“…Haah.”
Logan took a final drag and extinguished his cigarette. Smoke trailed off like the chilly breath of the north at the end of summer.
He then turned around.
Not towards the annex, but towards the main building of the Coffret Manor.
* * *
‘Will Logan seek out my mother?’
Cecilia shook her head. He wasn’t the type to be swayed by base curiosity. He wasn’t so depraved as to recklessly trap people in the mire.
He must have already realized that she was the illegitimate child of the Lasphilla family without needing to confirm it with his own eyes.
She had indirectly affirmed that fact herself, and had clearly expressed her unwillingness to participate in the Lasphilla family’s deceitful acts.
Even if he couldn’t fully trust her, at least he wouldn’t rashly lump her together with the Lasphilla family and judge her.
‘Then he would choose to remain silent.’
He was not cruel enough to put an innocent party in trouble.
The past him… had harbored malice towards her. That’s why he had been so cruel.
Things were different now. The two of them were nothing to each other. And likely, that would continue.
‘If I were to give you one last gift, it would probably be the downfall of the Pierce Dukedom.’
Cecilia thought and mocked herself. She didn’t know if he considered Cecilia herself or the Pierce family as enemies, nor did she know if he even cared about them.
Logan Harper would not consider the Pierce Dukedom family as he did in his past life. But since he never expected familial affection from the start, there’s no reason for him to suddenly be filled with a desire for revenge.
…Perhaps?
Suddenly, Cecilia realized that she had never once considered his true feelings.
Logan Harper, the illegitimate son of Duke Pierce. Despite his outstanding abilities and the wealth of his maternal lineage, he was never fully recognized for his naval achievements.
Might he have felt unjustly treated?
…Could he have been angry?
