I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 139
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The problem lies with the medical history that Dahlia has. While she can manage daily life with regular medication, she won’t achieve full recovery.
If people discover that Dahlia is the last bloodline of the true Stein royal family, will they really choose her?
As the opinion grows to abolish the royal family, they might consider her a hindrance instead.
After stepping out of the carriage, he narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar carriage parked at a distance.
“It seems the anticipated guest has truly arrived.”
He had a feeling he knew who that guest was. Mikhail quickened his pace.
* * *
Laughter could be heard outside the reception room.
“Your Grace, Lady Boestin is here.”
“You’re quick to inform me. Have you allowed a guest in while I’m not at the estate?”
“I apologize. Madam insisted on attending to the guest… Besides, Lady Boestin is also your Academy classmate. She is soon to be a business associate as well.”
“Business associate? I’d prefer if you used the terms creditor and debtor.”
Mikhail stood in front of the reception room. The laughter from inside was relentless, as if they were having a great time.
“I’ll open the door now.”
He raised a finger to his lips, signaling Kartho to wait.
Mikhail had never seen Emilia laugh like that. It suddenly piqued his curiosity.
What could possibly make her so happy? It was a primal curiosity.
As he grasped the doorknob and slowly opened the door, he caught sight of the two of them sitting at the table, engaged in conversation.
“And then that wretched guy lifted his head like this…”
Boestin was animatedly chattering away.
“Is that something everyone does?”
She was dramatically mimicking someone, and Mikhail realized that person was him.
She made a surprisingly good impression, with the slightly twisted eyebrows and the smirk on one side of her mouth.
“Acting like he’s number one…!”
Boestin slammed her hand on the table, her face showing frustration.
“His face might be handsome, but every word out of his mouth is so arrogant and insufferable. You can’t blame the girls who followed him around, saying he was like a prince every time he appeared!”
“…Prince?”
Emilia paused her laughter and asked Boestin in surprise.
“The Prince of terror, I’d say. He probably doesn’t even realize it. They called him Prince behind his back.”
She scoffed and settled back into her chair.
Emilia laughed innocently, and then her gaze met his.
“…!”
It seemed she had only just noticed him standing at the door with his arms crossed, watching the two of them.
“What are you doing while the Prince is here? You should greet him properly, Boestin.”
At Mikhail’s words, Boestin’s head turned like a broken toy.
* * *
Emilia sensed the tension in the air. For some reason, she felt uncomfortable being caught between the two of them.
They had been at a standstill for several minutes.
‘How did it come to this?’
Just a moment ago, when it was just the two of them, Boestin had been excitedly sharing stories from their academy days. At first, Emilia had engaged to break the awkwardness, but she found herself genuinely enjoying the conversation.
Boestin was such an entertaining storyteller that Emilia had unwittingly become captivated.
Most of the tales revolved around Mikhail’s annoying school days, and now, with the subject himself suddenly appearing, it seemed she had been caught sharing behind-the-scenes stories.
“To be discussing the person in a place where he isn’t present, the debtor is rather impolite.”
Mikhail lounged back in his chair, crossing his legs arrogantly. He then raised his chin and smiled, mimicking Boestin’s earlier gesture.
“A debtor? I’ve already settled my debts. In fact, I’m the creditor now, and you’re the debtor.”
“That’s not something someone receiving investment should say.”
“It’s a fair exchange. After all, you’ll be seeking my help in the future, and I’ll need to develop too, right?”
Boestin scoffed. Emilia was amazed by her boldness in standing up to Mikhail, even in front of him.
“…Now that you’ve arrived, Your Grace, I should take my leave…”
Emilia carefully attempted to excuse herself.
“Sit.”
“Please, sit.”
At that moment, both of them spoke to Emilia simultaneously.
However, Boestin said it with a gentle smile, while Mikhail commanded her with a stern expression.
Unable to sit or stand, she glanced at Kartho.
It was a signal for help, but Kartho subtly turned his head away.
‘How unfair!’
Even if she didn’t particularly like Mikhail, couldn’t he help her out of such an awkward situation?
Reluctantly, Emilia sat back down.
“It seems we were having quite an interesting conversation.”
“If you don’t mind continuing, I’d be happy to hear it.”
Boestin grinned, looking as if she had plenty to share.
Mikhail narrowed his eyes.
“You’ve reviewed the contract, so just send the investment funds right away.”
“I don’t think that’s why you came here.”
“True. I didn’t get to greet you properly that day. I didn’t come to see you; I came to see your wife.”
“Since when did we become so close?”
“Is there anyone you’re actually close to? How about Dahlia?”
“Well, considering the knights haven’t said much, I suppose she’s doing okay. It was just a minor incident.”
