This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 50
I also leaned on Stepfather, who always went with Mom to the hospital on weekends to show his dedication to me.
‘Perhaps I was in their hearts.’
I thought that being sick might not always be a bad thing.
“So, how many life insurance policies has she made?”
“Let’s talk about that later when we get in the car.”
“When someone’s sick, that’s that. She has to hear even the important things for sure. How much of my business do you think I’ve lost to this kid? I can’t even send our Se Eun to study abroad.”
“She took care of the insurances quite thoroughly. She’s very attentive when it comes to such things.”
—Until I heard them secretly talking.
I don’t know how much I cried when I heard that talk.
‘From anger.’
After that, I canceled all my life insurance policies.
Of course, Mom and Stepfather were furious.
“Even if a person can go insane, how can you go that far!”
“Do you want us to die with you? Is that what you want? You think you’ll feel more at ease after this once you die? People who live must live!”
“Sister, you’re terrible.”
I let their words fall as they may and wasn’t the least bit hurt by them. I didn’t love them anymore.
So, while waving around a bundle of bills,
“If you’ve said everything you want to, please leave. The door is over there.”
I raised my prescriptions up high.
Anyway, I don’t believe the idea that parents unconditionally love their children.
It was a realization born from experience.
‘To maintain a good relationship with my father, I’ll need to work hard.’
I clenched my bun-like fist tightly.
“Young Miss.”
At that moment, Heidi spoke up.
I looked at her and said,
“Ywes?”
“Mrs. Rachel has been kicked out. This is all thanks to you. Thank you so much, really.”
“Yes, Young Miss! She embezzled a lot from the internal affairs fund. The General found every penny and recorded it as her debt.”
“She was also severely punished in the punishment chamber, right?”
“She deserved it because she beat people before, too.”
I nodded at their words.
“Thwen, who gonna be thwe shif stuwad now?” (Then, who’s going to be the chief steward now?)
“I’m not sure… For now, maybe the maid with the longest experience?”
Heidi nodded at Betty’s suggestion.
“Mr. Morris seems to have been kicked out while crying. Mrs. Rachel’s followers seem to have been expelled.”
“If half of them are expelled…”
“It’s lucky if it’s only half. We’ll get busier.”
“Yes, that’s true.”
But Heidi and Betty were smiling.
They preferred being busy over being correct.
‘Chief steward…’
Finding a new person won’t be easy.
Considering how the servants are being expelled, the handover won’t be smooth either.
‘Unless they have some substantial skills… Ah!’
A good idea came to me.
I giggled as I looked out at the garden.
***
The next day.
I came out to the garden in the morning and looked around, hoping to find someone.
‘Not here?’
As I was looking around diligently, I spotted an old man with a bundle from a distance.
‘It’s Michelan.’
I rushed over to him.
“Hewwo!”
“Hello, Young Miss.”
Michelan greeted me with a friendly smile.
“Gwandpa, you’we hewe. Gweat!” (Grandpa, you’re here. Great!)
“Yes?”
“Thwe sewants, many o’em weabing. Gwanpa, yew can’t weabe too!” (The servants, many of them are leaving. Grandpa, you can’t leave too.)
Michelan’s eyes widened slightly, but then he laughed and said,
“Thank you.”
‘Seems like he knows something?’
Michelan isn’t an official servant here. He’s a temporary worker brought in from outside.
He doesn’t seem particularly close to the other servants, but does he already know the internal affairs of the mansion?
“Gwandpa, did yew heaw?” (Grandpa, did you hear?)
I asked, and Michelan smiled and replied,
“No, I haven’t heard any information yet.”
“Bwut how do yew know dat many sewvants weabe?” (But how did you know that many servants left?)
“Look over there.”
I turned my head towards where Michelan was pointing.
There were traces on the floor, as if something had been dragged.
“From the size and shape, it appears to be the mark of luggage being dragged.”
“Ohh.”
“Someone must have left while dragging their belongings yesterday. It’s not a noble, as servants wouldn’t handle a noble’s luggage that way. So, it’s likely that a servant left by themselves…”
“Ohhh.”
“Because the master wouldn’t want to see such marks, they would want to get rid of them quickly. However, the marks still remain until sunrise.”
“…”
“So, I thought it was due to a lack of staff. Many servants seem to have been expelled.”
I was on the verge of being surprised.
A detective or something?
This is something you’d see in the kind of anime where they shoot with a tranquilizer gun.
‘Truly the best chief steward in the land!’
With such quick wit, it’s no wonder he was able to outsmart the Empress when she tried to seize control after the death of the late imperial consort.
‘This is the perfect talent needed in this jurisdiction.’
He’s loyal and highly skilled. A flawless chief steward.
‘Let’s try our luck a bit.’
I beamed with anticipation.
