This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 56
“…Running around without getting tired, huh.”
Her eyes widened, and she hesitated for a long time before speaking cautiously.
“I’m bothewing, Fathew…?” (I’m bothering, Father…?)
“…”
“Thwen, I pwomise. I only go a wittle evewy day.”
“…”
“I watch Fathew secwetly without bothewing.”
“…”
“Just a wittle bit.”
‘How can you like someone so much?’
He couldn’t find a reply, so, once again, he swallowed his words.
Even in the midst of battling monsters, the child lingered on his mind.
And at the moment when the soldier dropped the purification stone.
The child ran to the edge of the cliff and crouched on the purification stone, covering it with her small body.
She didn’t care even when the monster came running towards her.
She closed her eyes so tightly.
Even after Daymond had turned the monster that attacked the child into a rag, he was still not satisfied.
“You, what is this—!”
“I, I caught it.”
“…”
“B, because Fathew needs it.”
“…”
“Now I’m not a bothew to Fathew anymowe, wight?”
The child was clumsy. Endlessly foolish.
Why, in the world…
Why.
Why was she doing this for a father who had never welcomed her once?
He was engulfed with a very strange feeling.
He understood it when he held the trembling child in his arms.
‘Ah, right.’
This is what tenderness is like.
Maybe she endured all that time just to meet him.
“Fathew…”
Daymond, who was watching the child’s hand as she slept after taking her medicine, was taken aback.
“How do you feel?”
“…”
The child fidgeted her tiny hand and continued to speak very cautiously.
“My Fathew.”
“…Yes.”
“Thwen I, um, Ewiwotte can… can wike Fathew?”
“…”
Daymond couldn’t count how many times he was deeply moved because of the child.
With difficulty swallowing something, he slowly spoke.
“Yes.”
“…”
“Yes, Erylotte.”
It’s okay for us to love each other as much as we want.
The child’s cheek, touched with warmth, reached deep into his heart.
The child, who laughed and cried, was so lovable that it touched his heart.
***
When I woke up from sleep, I groaned.
My body felt uncomfortable.
‘It doesn’t hurt… Huh?’
When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a broad chest.
When I raised my head, I saw a handsome man basking in the sunlight, just like a painting.
‘Right, I slept beside Father.’
Father, while tucking his long legs into the child’s bed, looked like he was in a very uncomfortable position.
‘I bet it was tough having to nurse someone all night.’
Whenever I briefly woke up at dawn, Father was by my bedside.
Even when I was seriously ill with cancer, there was no one to watch over me all night.
My mother slept like a log during the drought, but…
‘In hindsight, it felt like I was the one taking care of someone else.’
I’ve lost count of how many times I went back and forth to the convenience store to buy what they needed.
But…
‘Now I have someone taking care of me too!’
He felt like going somewhere to brag about it.
Lying in bed, I watched Father’s face.
‘My father.’
Not the stepfather who treated me differently from my younger sister, but my real father.
I tried to stifle a giggle because I felt like I might burst out laughing at any moment.
While I was like that…
“How do you feel?”
A voice sounded slightly hoarse, as if he had just woken up.
My father was looking at me sleepily.
“I’m owkay.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping more?”
“I wake up jus now. Fathew’s sweeping.”
I got up quickly and playfully patted Father’s side. He did that because I was lying on his back.
Father chuckled and sat up.
“Judging by your energy, it seems like you’re all better now.”
“Ywes.”
“Let’s go eat.”
Father picked me up and headed downstairs.
The maids who were sulking while cleaning brightened up when they saw me.
The servants in the dining room had the same reaction.
“Young Miss.”
“Young Miss—!”
…What’s up with them?
I was taken aback by the different reactions compared to before I fainted.
Father told me to go to the dining hall first, so I jumped down from his arms. He’s going to wash up first.
Then Heidi, who had confirmed that my father was leaving, approached with measured steps.
She was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand.
“They were sent from the garden. It’s to wish the Young Miss a speedy recovery.”
Betty was also excited and said,
“I came yesterday and the day before. I decorated the Young Miss’ room!”
“James from the stables bought a painting. They say it’s a painting that can cure someone’s sickness.”
“Carly from the kitchen and Lizzie from the laundry too…”
As I looked around, I noticed that the corners of the room and the pillars were all crowded with the staff.
Their expressions were all tearful.
