This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 53
“Wha happen?”
“It was really chaotic. The entire manor was turned upside down. We were so scared you might not make it for five whole days.”
“Fibe day?”
“Yes. It’s been over five days since you collapsed.”
The maids went on to tell me about the events that had transpired.
They said that right after I collapsed in the dining hall, they immediately called for a doctor. However, even the doctors had no idea why I had collapsed.
The maids suspected that Mrs. Rachel might have poisoned me and thoroughly investigated all sorts of poisons, but it wasn’t that.
Even the healing expert they brought from the ducal castle couldn’t figure it out. It wasn’t a curse or a spell either.
At that time, there was someone who came to our aid.
“I am Michelan. Perhaps I can be of help to the Young Miss.”
My father was skeptical, but there was no other option.
I was also the one who hinted to him who Michelan really was.
They thoroughly investigated him. Since he was revealed to be a former chief steward at the imperial palace, he wouldn’t just talk nonsense.
Even so, he was thoroughly scrutinized.
The medicine that Michelan came up with was first given up for meticulous examination by the doctors and healers.
“After you were given the medicine that the man named Michelan brought, you woke up after two days, Young Miss!”
‘Oh, I see.’
I should express my gratitude to Michelan.
I almost died.
‘But did Erylotte ever get this sick?’
As I was pondering this, the door swung open with a rush.
“Fathew!”
I quickly got up from the bed.
I rose swiftly in a rushed to reach my father, but I momentarily stumbled when I got up too quickly.
Nevertheless, I quickly regained my balance and hurried to my father.
“…”
My father stared at me without a word.
‘Did he get mad because I forced him to bring in a healer from the Duke’s castle?’
My father was the person who hated bowing his head the most to Grandfather.
He found him very bothersome.
‘For now, let’s apologize.’
It’s better to apologize and acknowledge his mistake than to brazenly demand something.
I looked at my father and said,
“M’sowwy fow getting swick.” (I’m sorry for getting sick.)
“…Don’t say such a thing, please.”
My father said that as if he were scolding me.
I was taken aback.
I thought he might be very angry because of the healer.
My father let out a sigh as he stared at me.
“You’re awake, and that’s enough.”
My father turned his head toward the maids.
“Be sure to give her medicine on time, feed her well, and ask if there’s anything she needs. If it’s a request to get something from Erylotte’s room, make sure to do it posthaste.”
“Ye, yes, General!”
“Yes…”
After that, my father turned and left.
‘He seems really mad…’
My mother, who used to take care of me during my illness, was the same way. Even though it was before I had terminated my life insurance.
She had to take care of me all day, and she didn’t hide her impatience.
‘Oh no!’
I can’t become an annoying child in his eyes like this.
I clung to my father’s legs as he tried to leave the room.
“I won be swick anymowe!”
“…”
“I won bothew yew anymoew. I pwomise!”
“…”
“Dun weabe me…”
The maids in my room, the soldiers guarding the door, and everyone were left speechless.
And my father.
‘Why…?’
Why is he so stiff like this?
“It’s not like that. I told you already.”
“…”
As Father dropped down to his knees to meet my gaze, I saw such clashing conflict in his refined eyes.
“A child doesn’t have to do that.”
As though he’s in pain.
I tightly twisted the hem of my dress.
Because he seemed to be in pain, it looked like he really cared for me, so it felt like I was about to cry.
I clenched my jaw tightly because I was afraid that I made a mistake just now. I might really burst into tears.
‘Why did I say such a thing?’
People tend to become hopeful.
I’ve given up on my parents after dying once not long ago, so why did was hope now coming back again?
How painful it is to be disappointed. How lonely and sad it is.
Do not trust.
Do not hope.
How much more pain must I endure?
‘I’ve done enough to learn that by now.’
In the end, there’s no such thing as love without a price.
Right now, I’ve done well enough to be acknowledged, so it shows.
It might become annoying again in the future.
“I don’t know how to treat you.”
My father let out a sigh.
‘Look, I’m already starting to become a nuisance…’
“I’ve never learned how.”
“…”
“But I will try. So, is it okay if you forgive me just a little bit more?”
“…”
“I’m sorry for being a terrible father.”
The descriptions of Daymond being the only decent person in Astra are false.
He was a worse man than Grandfather or my terrible uncles.
Breaking into my tightly locked room and giving me hope.
“Uwaahh…”
In the end, I cried with my hands covering my face.
And my father awkwardly embraced me.
