I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 144
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“I’m hoping to receive it before your mind changes. I heard something interesting recently.”
Boestin raised her notepad and waved it enticingly.
“This could be quite helpful information. Interested?”
“I have no idea what they’re teaching at the Boestin household.”
“Are you insulting my etiquette instructor?”
“Pretty much.”
“You’re no different. You’re arrogant and know how to look down on others. Your tone can be more infuriating than mine.”
Boestin smiled sweetly. He got up from his seat and snatched the notepad from her hands.
“…I’m surprised.”
“I have a broader network than you think. People often say I have a better disposition than you.”
The notepad contained information about Princess Verne of the Kingdom of Eponsen.
“You’re not going to say you have a personal connection, are you?”
Mikhail sat back down on the sofa. The only ones who knew about his contact with Eponsen were him, Kartho, and the Eponsen royal family.
Boestin leaned against the sofa, resting her arms on the back, noticing his interest.
“The Boestin family has a deep appreciation for art and academia. I may not have been born to study, but my sister is a fairly famous painter. Eponsen has advanced industries and a great passion for the arts.”
“Just get to the point.”
“I might be able to sway things in your favor. It will cost some money, though.”
“Are you saying the princess will listen to you?”
“Not the princess, but the royal family will heed my words.”
Mikhail narrowed his eyes at Boestin’s confident demeanor. The cost didn’t concern him.
“Convince them in two days.”
“One day will be enough.”
“What’s the price?”
“Let me open a pharmacy in Bartsch, right in the city center. A large one.”
It was quite a clever proposal. Valoh was a country filled with scholars and artists, but it had not invested in medicine. It was a peaceful land where torture was not practiced, and punishments were lenient.
In contrast, Bartsch had experienced civil war, and it was a closed-off, class-based society with high penalties. A location with many patients was precisely what Boestin needed.
Boestin had great ambition. And Mikhail was the kind of person who could help fulfill that ambition.
* * *
Emilia returned to her room, feeling as though her body was strained from not getting enough rest.
She lay on the bed, trying to sleep, but her mind was wide awake.
‘I wonder if Mother is okay?’
Her mother had always been delicate and often fainted due to her frail health.
She needed to ask her father, but there had been no opportunity to meet him. Sending a letter would surely raise suspicions.
Suddenly, one thought struck her.
‘The assembly!’
If that was the day Mikhail will leave the estate, she could create an opportunity to visit the Duke’s residence.
Of course, it would only be possible with Boestin’s help, but she would gladly assist.
If Mikhail was not in the estate, going to the Loren residence would not be difficult. Even if he found out after she returned, it wouldn’t matter since she would have already been there.
Duke Loren was certainly under the watchful eye of the royal family.
“The rose of Loren might still be alive, just a bit.”
Even if Mikhail’s concerns told her otherwise, the mention of roses lingered in her mind.
Boestin seemed to have an appreciation for art and beauty.
So, if she could show her the rose of Loren, wouldn’t that be acceptable?
She considered various options, but none felt certain. Thus, she decided not to get her hopes up.
Expectations often lead to disappointment.
Emilia curled up on her bed.
She felt sleepy. Even though she felt as if she had slept deeply, it seemed insufficient.
Recently, she found the moments spent buried under her blanket, undisturbed by anyone, to be the happiest.
Finding happiness in this place was difficult. But if she didn’t take refuge in these small moments, she felt she wouldn’t be able to endure.
Thus, Emilia began to find meaning in the little things. She felt happy about sharing lunch and tea time with an outsider today.
‘Is Miss Boestin a good person?’
From her judgment so far, she seemed like a good person. And she hoped that was indeed the case.
In reality, judging people is not an easy task.
What is a good person to one may not be the same to another, and vice versa.
Conversely, someone who seems decent now might change so much later that it raises doubts about their character.
The influences on human relationships are numerous—surrounding relationships, each person’s position and thoughts, the mood of the day, and so on.
Is it possible to judge a person without considering all of that?
If someone could do so, she would want to cling to them and learn their secrets.
But what she needed right now was someone who could provide strength and assistance.
It didn’t matter if they were a good person or not.
To survive and not be consumed in this solitary place, she had to stay sharp.
‘…I’m so sleepy.’
Perhaps because she had been living in a state of tension all day, fatigue had quickly accumulated.
As drowsiness began to take over, a knock sounded at the door.
“Madam, it’s Dell. May I come in?”
What could Dell want?
She hadn’t pulled the rope.
Emilia felt herself weighed down by sleepiness. She wanted to get up, but her body felt as if it were being pressed down by someone, making her heavy and lethargic.
