I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 129
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Emilia, having returned to the mansion, headed to her room to bathe. Mikhail followed slowly behind her, then stopped when he encountered Kartho.
“What about Boestin.”
“I actually have something to report regarding that issue.”
Mikhail nodded to Kartho while observing Emilia’s back as she ascended the stairs.
“What’s the issue?”
“It seems Miss had an argument with Miss Boestin. There was quite a commotion in the room.”
“Did Dahlia lose her temper and say something inappropriate again? Has she taken her medicine?”
“She should be calmer now. She has appeared anxious recently.”
Kartho spoke cautiously. Mikhail, feeling a bit frustrated, loosened his cravat.
“Do you think I’ve changed in your eyes?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
Kartho’s response seemed genuinely unsure.
Mikhail knew Kartho was cautious, but sometimes he wished for a bit more perceptiveness.
“Dahlia looked at me with such eyes. She acted as if she had been betrayed.”
“If I may speak frankly?”
“Go ahead.”
Kartho cleared his throat, his expression showing he found it difficult to speak.
As Mikhail began to reconsider asking, Kartho spoke up.
“You have changed. At least from Miss’s perspective, it’s natural for her to feel that way.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re focused on the Duchess. You’re attentive to her.”
“I pay attention to everyone.”
“Your Grace, that’s not entirely true. You don’t show such leniency or interest toward others.”
“That’s straightforward.”
“I can’t lie.”
“Dahlia must feel that she has been deprived of what she should rightfully have because of my changes.”
“….That’s hard to deny. As you feared, she might feel shackled by this.”
“Indeed.”
Mikhail felt a sense of suffocation. Despite having always walked this path, why did it seem unreachable?
Even if he was to grasp it, it didn’t seem like it would bring joy.
‘Was this path truly the one I chose?’
The sudden deaths of his parents, the absence of family, the betrayal of friends—all came abruptly.
Sorrow turned into anger, and anger became motivation.
But was this truly the direction it was meant to go?
Mikhail reflected on how indifferent Duke Loren seemed toward Emilia. The Duke would only be enraged by the fact that his greater purpose wasn’t achieved, even if Emilia was killed.
On the other hand, if Emilia lost her father and mother, would she grieve?
‘She would.’
It was a stark contrast. If they were of the same kind, perhaps different thoughts wouldn’t arise.
Yet, he didn’t regret the actions he had taken thus far.
“I need to check on Dahlia. But did Boestin leave any other messages for me?”
Dahlia was someone who would likely say something to hurt feelings.
Boestin wasn’t the type to remain silent after delivering such words.
Kartho’s complexion turned pale.
“Um, that…I can’t convey it directly.”
He hesitated, which was unusual for him.
“Kartho, it’s a matter of business. Don’t omit any details.”
There was a risk of misinterpretation, which could lead to misunderstandings about her intentions.
Kartho cleared his throat, as if making a decision, and spoke clearly.
“She said, ‘Hey, you jerk, since this settles my debt, send the contract for the investment!’”
Mikhail’s eyebrows lifted. He had expected it, but it was still typical of her.
Kartho, who was staring intently at Mikhail, quickly lowered his head.
“I’m sorry! I was instructed to convey it word for word…”
“Kartho, send the contract to Boestin’s location tomorrow.”
“The contract?”
“Yes, it’s on the desk. Review it and then deliver it.”
Mikhail said nothing more and headed for the stairs.
“And don’t wake me up tomorrow morning; I’ll be sleeping in.”
“Understood! I’ll make sure it gets delivered.”
Mikhail ascended to the third floor, finding it quiet, it seemed that Emilia had likely fallen asleep.
“Sir Byne.”
“I’ll be on guard throughout the night.”
“Good, make sure to keep safe. She might become more aggressive today due to the stress.”
“Don’t worry.”
“Has she seemed anxious lately?”
“She has always appeared nervous. Especially after learning about Madam’s presence, she seemed to be under a lot of stress.”
Mikhail gently opened the door and saw Dahlia asleep in bed.
He walked in and carefully pulled the blanket up, covering her properly.
“No, don’t leave me. Everyone, don’t go. I… I need… someone by my side…”
Dahlia’s voice trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Mikhail reached out and wiped away the tears with his hand. Dahlia’s hand clutched his, holding on tightly.
His gaze, sinking into the depths of an abyss, remained fixed on her desperately gripping hand.
Dahlia’s tears continued to flow. She was clearly caught in a tormenting nightmare.
