I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 162
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If one were human, it was only right to feel guilt for those who died unjustly.
“…Were they good people?”
“Tsk, tsk. I don’t understand you. If everyone believes something is the truth, then that’s enough. Why are you trying to drive yourself into suffering? You’re so young. Politics is like that. If our interests don’t align, then they’re no longer good people to me.”
Her father was certainly a devil in human disguise.
“Ugh.”
Emilia couldn’t bear the discomfort any longer and stormed out of the room.
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Boestin alternated between looking at the roses in her hands and Emilia.
“Things didn’t go well, I take it?”
Emilia gave a faint smile.
“Thank you for fulfilling my request. Do you like the roses?”
Instead of answering, Emilia changed the subject.
“I really like them. But I think I cut more than I should have, and I feel a bit bad about that.”
“If you like them, it’s fine. Roses will grow back.”
“Of course. They’ll quickly return to their former state. You purposely pruned them, after all. I believe even more beautiful flowers will bloom.”
Boestin, sensing Emilia’s mood, quickly responded to her words. She pretended not to notice and smiled brightly while inhaling the scent of the roses.
Seeing Boestin genuinely pleased with the roses made Emilia feel a little better.
The rose garden would eventually return to its former glory, but her relationship with her father could never be the same.
Emilia had run out, unable to even properly finish the conversation with her father.
She had left because she felt nauseous, needing to expel the discomfort, but even if she returned to continue the conversation, it would only force her to face an uncomfortable truth.
Duke Heinrich might not be of pure Bayern blood, but at the very least, he must have a strong connection to Bayern.
Dahlia was his cousin, which meant she too carried Bayern blood.
Now that she understood why he hated her so much, guilt overwhelmed her.
What she had vaguely suspected was nothing compared to reality.
The truth she now faced was like an endless wave, crashing over her again and again.
Every word and action she had directed at him until now felt like sharp thorns, stabbing into her body.
“I also fight with my parents often. As you can see, I have a tendency to act on impulse, so they don’t like it.”
Boestin shrugged her shoulders. Even to Emilia, Boestin seemed different from the typical women she had seen in Bartsch.
“That’s why I liked you, Miss Boestin.”
“If they heard that, they might get jealous. I like you too. I’m glad I came to Bartsch.”
Boestin’s smile was sincere.
“Someone might be jealous?”
“Mm, there is that.”
Boestin looked even happier than before.
She was humming a tune, and it seemed like the outing had really pleased her.
Emilia felt her mood lighten as she listened to Boestin’s humming.
As her unsettled stomach settled, her mind became calm.
The resentment she had harbored about not being able to speak honestly about why she had deceived herself over the years gradually faded.
‘Is my mother… alright?’
Suddenly, Emilia became concerned about her mother’s absence. Her father’s nonchalant attitude and the strange atmosphere in the mansion felt off.
‘I should have checked on her to see if she’s okay.’
She regretted it, but it was too late to turn the carriage around now. They had already come too far.
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After the council meeting, Mikhail’s steps quickened.
“Your Grace, is there some urgent matter at the Duke’s estate?”
“Yes.”
If she had gone to Loren’s estate and met with Duke Loren, he might have gotten the answer he had been longing for—the one she wanted to hear, but had been too afraid to ask.
Mikhail felt strangely anxious.
He had often imagined her face when confronting the truth.
How would she face him?
The thought made his heart race uncontrollably.
He glanced at his watch and headed toward the Duke’s estate.
“What about the King’s shadow?”
“No significant movements.”
“Soon, the royal family will hear that she went to Loren’s estate.”
“I’ll tell them to drive the carriage quickly.”
“We can’t let it seem too hasty.”
Mikhail shook his head. He needed to remain unaware of her visit to Loren’s estate, at least officially.
If they rushed, the royal family would suspect something.
“Then, I’ll increase the speed after we’re out of the castle.”
“That seems wise.”
Mikhail walked toward the carriage.
“Duke Heinrich.”
“…”
He stopped. Turning slowly, he saw the head of the council standing there.
“Hasn’t the conversation already concluded?”
“Lady Luther requested to see you.”
“I’m sorry, but that wasn’t arranged in advance. It would be difficult.”
“It’s the request of Lady Luther.”
Mikhail tilted his head back and sighed. Annoyance bubbled up inside him.
He walked up to the head of the council and stood before him. His expression remained unmasked as he looked down.
“Didn’t I say it was difficult?”
“…But she is the King’s mother.”
“If it’s not urgent, then the Count must take responsibility for holding me back.”
Count Hauffen swallowed hard.
