Guidelines for the Perfect Goodbye - Chapter 35
“Young Marquis.”
Ulysses exhaled sharply through his nose before continuing.
“If you keep this up, there will be a commotion. You do realize that Father has been eager to find fault with you lately, don’t you?”
“…Ha, ‘Father’ coming from your mouth?”
Nigel spat out a curse, yet he slowly lowered the hand that had been gripping Hannah.
It was unpleasant but unavoidable. Ulysses’s statement was irrefutable.
A household head who doesn’t trust his heir.
A father who doesn’t love his son.
It was a bitter truth Nigel had already acknowledged, though it wounded his pride to admit it.
The Marquis of Rosencrantz didn’t get along with his first wife. Naturally, his relationship with her son, Nigel, was not good either.
He wanted to appoint the child of his beloved second wife as his successor, not Nigel, but Ulysses.
“This is spoiling my mood.”
Ulysses, who bore the title of Young Marquis, passed by Nigel, bumping into his shoulder aggressively with an expressionless face. Ulysses, like an old tree, didn’t budge, stubbornly standing his ground.
‘He, he’s gone…’
Hannah, who had been nervously watching the two men, slid down the wall in relief.
‘He’s gone, he’s gone…’
She had thought she was going to die…
“Hannah Linfitt.”
A long shadow fell over her. The man with black hair approached silently, looking down at her with emotionless eyes.
“Cecilia’s nanny.”
“Sir, I was just…”
Goddamn it.
Both of them knew her.
As she tried to think of an excuse, he casually asked,
“Were you always this loyal?”
“What…?”
“…”
That was it. The man turned and headed back to his room, as if he hadn’t expected an answer.
‘Really… My heart can’t take much more of this.’
Hannah blankly stared down the corridor where they had disappeared, then slapped her cheeks.
This was not the time. She had to return to Madam Rosencrantz and let her know she had been of help. That’s how she would get her reward.
Should she also mention this encounter?
After a moment of hesitation, Hannah decided to keep silent about this incident. After all, the men would be returning to the Rosencrantz residence in a few days.
As long as everything goes smoothly until they leave.
For herself, for Mary, and…
‘For young Master Nathan.’
***
It’s gone.
Mother’s pendant is gone…!
Nigel frantically searched through his luggage, even shaking out the dust. Nothing appeared.
Not in the bed, the drawers, or on the desk. The pendant was nowhere to be found in the room.
Nigel clenched his fist.
Then,
Thwack!
The punch he landed on the wall made the ceiling tremble.
With a face twisted in fury, he muttered through clenched teeth.
“Which bastard dared.”
Unforgivable. He will catch and kill them. He must find and destroy them.
The next day, Nigel informed Adam of the situation and assembled all the servants.
They thoroughly searched every servant’s room and all the vacant rooms. But nothing was found.
It wasn’t the servants? Then, there’s only one conclusion. Someone from upstairs took it.
One of the Lasphilia mongrels dared to touch his possession.
“Search everything.”
“W-We can’t possibly touch the master’s room!”
The butler, sweating profusely, tried to block him. Nigel, with a cold expression, looked at the butler and then turned his gaze to Adam.
“Count Lasphilla.”
Nigel asked directly.
“May I take a look at the room?”
It was phrased as a question, but it was not a request. Adam clenched his fists.
The nerve of this little boy challenging his authority. Regardless of being the Marquis’s heir, this was unacceptable.
But then.
“A-Adam…”
His frail sister was clearly terrified.
It was one thing for him to endure a brief humiliation, but his sister had to return to the Rosencrantz estate soon.
There, Nigel was second only to the Marquis.
“W, What should we do…?”
“…”
Adam closed his eyes tightly and then ordered the butler.
“Search.”
The master’s bedroom became a scene of chaos in an instant. Their children’s rooms were not spared either.
Yet, the pendant was not found.
Nigel took deep breaths to control his anger, and so did Adam.
“Nothing was found.”
“…”
“All that commotion, and nothing turned up.”
Nigel closed his eyes briefly, wiped his face as if scrubbing it dry, and then responded.
“I will certainly compensate for today’s commotion,” Nigel said.
“Don’t forget it.”
Adam’s face had turned red with anger, but he gradually calmed down at those words.
The Young Marquis had made a mistake. He would make him pay a high price for it.
Nigel’s investment acumen was genius. Adam considered this incident as good as a guarantee of a successful investment.
The most important thing to Adam was that it was a profitable deal.
