Guidelines for the Perfect Goodbye - Chapter 115
‘I have no intention of marrying a man without a title, but…’
If she could win his heart and torment Cecilia for the rest of her life.
‘It wouldn’t be a bad amusement.’
Caroline showed a mischievous smile.
* * *
The next day, a small party was held.
Adam had apparently decided to deceive Logan, inviting only the minor nobility from around the Lasphilla estate—those he could keep under his thumb.
Cecilia was appalled by the pathetic farce. It required an effort that could only be described as remarkable.
‘He thinks all the nouveau riches are fools dancing in his palm.’
Diana’s father and Logan were different. From the beginning, he had sensed that there was an unspeakable secret about Cecilia’s origins.
Did Adam realize that the grandson of the commoner he so despised had seen right through him at a glance?
“Today’s party is strictly for you. Enjoy yourself to the fullest.”
The way he said it seemed like he was unaware.
Cecilia sat and watched the absurd conversation between her father and Logan.
“Thank you. This vacation will be all the more enjoyable because of your kindness.”
This side was not simple either.
It was a completely superficial conversation, lacking any substance.
‘Does he act like this knowing I’m a bastard because he’s testing the waters?’
She couldn’t understand why he hadn’t confronted Adam first. He already had a lover. The engagement had been unwanted from the start.
Why doesn’t he do something now that he has a legitimate reason to break off the unwanted engagement?
If he had realized it now, he would have done the same in his past life. The version of him from the past life also hadn’t held the Lasphillas accountable at this point of time.
He just remained silent. By doing so, Cecilia had harbored vain hopes, which turned to ash only when it was too late.
‘This is too cruel, both to your lover and to me.’
In the end, everyone became unhappy. Cecilia lost the peace of her remaining life, Logan lost his lover, and his lover lost her life.
‘Mother killed her…’
Then her father told her as if recounting a proud achievement.
“Yes, that woman was dealt with by Lilith. She gladly did it for your sake. So, consider this marriage your mother’s last gift to you and endure.”
A gift? That was not a gift but the beginning of a horrific guilt by association.
“Should I cry over such a thing? …What? You wanted to be a beloved wife? Such foolish talk now that you’re married. Which noble lady marries for love?”
After sending her off, her father reached out to the Harper family for help in the western trade business.
Cecilia wanted to ask Lilith directly.
“Mother, did you really kill my husband’s lover? For my marriage? Did you really think that would be the key to my happiness…?”
She couldn’t ask the dead, and now that she had returned to the past, it was impossible to confirm.
But the circumstances at that time were clear. The version of her from the past wasn’t a fool, so she had checked everything she could. Whether her mother really had killed Logan’s lover.
Logan’s lover was a commoner living near the western port. Officially, she died of illness, but a bottle of medicine was found among her belongings.
‘Poena’s Tears.’
Cecilia finally admitted it. Her mother had used gypsy sorcery to kill her.
It was true. Her mother could do such a thing, as she had tried several times in the past to kill Evelyn. Lilith herself had confessed this as if reminiscing.
Once a person commits murder, they can do it again and again.
Cecilia already knew her mother could become a villain who would not hesitate to commit murder for her goals. She just hadn’t wanted to believe it.
“Haah…”
Thinking about her past life felt like daggers stabbing into her heart.
Cecilia suddenly felt suffocated and gulped down the drink in her hand as if it were alcohol.
Sitting alone on a chair, soothing herself with juice, Cecilia was spotted by Bernarda who quickly approached her.
“Why is today’s star here?”
Cecilia quietly looked up at the woman, who was smiling as usual.
‘This inscrutable woman.’
In that regard, Bernarda was similar to Louise.
‘No, she’s a step above Louise.’
