Chapter 17.5 (2/2)

Indeed, as he said, she used to look closely at everything around her, and Ethan often looked down at the snack package he had received from Hari, but…

In front of his siblings, Eugene Ernst is infinitely caring and looks like a good brother, but originally Ethan knew he was a completely different person.

“Do you think I’m going to take that risk?”

What Eugene said right now was the same as saying that there was no reason not to harm a maid if she had nothing to worry about.

Because the maid hurt his sister, not anyone else…

But if so, why did you put me next to the lady, as another risk factor? Ethan swallowed another question this time into his neck.

Eugene finally smiled at him. He kept working cold, with his expression completely removed.

“Fold the maid over the subject and leave it aside. Don’t cross the line. It’s not your role to question. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Stop going back and do your job.”

That’s all the conversation allowed. Ethan bowed deeply to Eugene and then stepped back.

Eugene’s POV

After Ethan left the door, Eugene remained alone in a quiet room, leaning back on a chair. He remember what happened around the evening and lowered his pupils.

Hari said she felt happy today, but Eugene wasn’t deceived by her.

She laughed so much when she tried to hide something from him.

‘How is my aunt? The Madam who came in as a tutor? Is she good to you?’

‘Hm. You have nothing to worry about.’

It has always been like that since she was a child. Hari lied to him with a smile on her face many times.

‘Right.’

‘Everyone is good to me. Aunty and Madam is kind to me. So you don’t have to worry.’

‘Don’t worry about me. I’m really fine.’

Eugene was relieved to hear his aunt and the Madam is doing a good job. And she’s doing great without trouble.

He learned later about her, although they used to talk to each other everyday. It was just after hearing Erich’s words that came to him and questioning the servants.

‘She’s crying.’

Eugene made a decision that day, ‘She hates to eat alone.’

Countless times he blamed himself for the stupidity of himself, who immediately believed that smile and her saying that she was okay.

‘But it doesn’t seem to be the only reason, and I think what my aunt said to me.’

When he think about what his aunt, Mrs. Lenoard, did to Hari, and forced her then pull Hari out that day, he’s still feeling cold.

It was his feeling. During the training period of the Madam, she was ill and bruised on her legs.

Later, the fact that it was told to him by Mrs. Vastia, Eugene still couldn’t forget the feeling of regret.

The torture that Hari actually suffered while he didn’t know was more than that, but nevertheless.

Nevertheless, she never asked for help, nor did she reveal her situation to the outside, but rather, she always read and comforted him.

Encouraging him that he’s doing well, many times, many times, saying everything will be okay..

He don’t know how much comfort he received from her while she was away.

The letters that Hari had sent him have not been thrown away, but kept in a drawer.

When Eugene replied with a weak heart in his reply, her words of encouragement returned without fail.

She raised him up from down several times, which was so difficult that he seemed to collapse even now.

It been six years since they’re standing there. So, Eugene now wanted to make her truly smile.

To forcibly endure something, to hide her desire to cry, he did not want to force a smile on her, he wanted to make her smile with joy and happiness.

And now he wanted to protect anyone from being hurt for any reason, but Hari still smiled like that in front of him again today.

“Why…”

A whisper whispered across the quiet room. Eugene couldn’t figure out why. Why did Hari have to smile with such an expression?

“Just grab it and go to her.”

His hand was slowly squeezed while recalling the memory. The warmth that was held in his hand was still lingering.

And the emptiness he felt the moment her body temperature passed out from his hand..

He will catch her again.

Even though he couldn’t understand it, emotions similar to foolishness shook his head. Eugene grabbed it again and closed his eyes.

Somehow, today was more tiring than the other days.