I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 32
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“…Bastard.”
His rather elegant face under the umbrella flashed in her mind, fueling her anger. Yet, she couldn’t deny that his face was exquisite.
Even in the overcast weather, his pale face was vivid. His radiant golden hair was tousled by the wind, and his slightly parched lips were irresistibly arrogant.
Annoyance surged through her, along with a certainty that she couldn’t escape from this place.
It was as if he couldn’t let her die even when she attempted to, and now it seemed as if he was acting disappointed that she didn’t die.
‘What does he really want?’
It was the royal order to have a child. Perhaps he considered the child as a shackle to prevent her from escaping. It was a position he could refuse, and more than anything, it was unwanted on his part, but he accepted the order.
What could be his weakness that the royal family held? Why couldn’t he confront the royal family head-on?
Various questions muddled her mind. Endless queries poured in, but there were no answers.
Emilia was now confused about what he wanted from her. One thing was certain; for some reason, he loathed her. It didn’t seem to be solely because of their differing factions.
If he had taken the lead in destroying her family and threatened her family, his hatred would have been easier to understand, no questions asked. But that alone wasn’t enough.
To her, Mikhail von Heinrich was nothing short of an enemy, but why?
‘What does the reason matter anyway?’
It’s not necessary for someone to have a reason to dislike another person. Even if she knew the reason why he disliked her, she had no intention of changing it. There was no reason to make things better between them.
Perhaps it would be better for them to continue hating and resenting each other from a distance like they do now. It could be worse if they were to fall in love like any other couple… There would be no hell like it.
* * *
“There was a moment of consciousness, but then she fell asleep again.”
Mikhail’s hand, scanning through the documents, halted. His focus on the work was instantly shattered, and a crease formed on his smooth forehead.
“Kartho.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“Did I ask about that woman?”
Shuffling of papers was the only sound that dimly resonated through the office.
He didn’t take his gaze off the documents.
“…You didn’t ask.”
“But why bring up something I didn’t even ask about?”
“I apologize. I overstepped.”
Mikhail lightly nodded and continued reading through the documents.
“It seems like the demands from the royal family are increasing.”
“I have no intention of listening, so don’t worry.”
“We can’t keep ignoring it, can we? The wedding date has also been announced.”
“It doesn’t matter. Whether it’s held anywhere or anytime, and whoever attends, I have no interest. Just inform them to keep it simple and end it quickly.”
“Also, with Lady Dahlia sending her response as she pleases, what should we do about the reception that Madam will be attending, my lord?”
“Do I have to personally explain every little detail?”
“The place Lady Dahlia responded to happens to be a loyalist family. Even during King Konrad’s time, they strongly supported the second prince.”
If she announces her attendance and then doesn’t go, it will certainly cause unnecessary friction.
“Well, that’s convenient. Letting others handle our own affairs will show her what will happen.”
“Then I won’t take any action. Will Your Grace be accompanying her?”
Mikhail tilted his head slightly as he looked at Kartho.
“Well, I’m not sure.”
He was curious about how that pretty face would contort. Would it be awkward to go together? Would it be awkward to go alone?
A smile tugged at the corners of Mikhail’s mouth.
“They say you have to prune the roses after they wither. But if you don’t do it properly, the branches gradually dry up and die.”
There were various reasons for it. It could be too damp, or maybe the water was too scarce. It could also be due to the transfer of bacteria from not disinfecting the shears.
Roses required a lot of care despite their beauty.
Yet among them, some didn’t die and sprouted new stems.
He hoped she wouldn’t die and would endure. That way, she would experience the despair he had endured for a long time.
“Let’s just attend late.”
It wouldn’t hurt to plant the expectation that she might become an ally.
One should pluck the flower while it is blooming beautifully, for then the sadness and despair would also increase. So he hoped she wouldn’t wither away, but instead, fully bloom her petals even more.
Continuing to wither, bloom, and not die until the day when all the people who were by her side disappeared and she was left alone.
Only after the day when no expectations or hopes remained would she finally obtain the freedom she had long desired.
