Chapter 42 - A Friend’s Betrayal (1/2)

Chapter 42 – A Friend’s Betrayal

The Duke of Carl remained indifferent on the surface, but tremendous changes were underneath.

Diana decided to carry out her legacy with prudence. Butler Gray and Charlotte, who have been serving their family for a long time since their predecessors, helped fill in the cracks.

“I didn’t know there was so much money leaking out.”

Diana, who had been diligently studying the documents all day, finished the last chapter of the papers. Rumors have it that Sylvia would only sit and lay down without checking a thing. When Diana thoroughly read the books, she quickly understood everything.

“So the Duchess is so…I am somehow worried,” Charlotte muttered.

The present Duke of Carl was not interested in the properties nor was he involved even in their family affairs, but he desired to uphold the heritage of his late brother. However, for the Duchess, who had to make ends meet, the disappearance of this vast source of income was the worst.

“My parents in heaven will be proud of me.”

“Yes, of course,” Charlotte and Butler Gray said.

Diana herself was still uncertain, but her parents would have wanted her happiness.

“You should do better from now on.”  Diana stared forward. Most of the words she wrote under the guise of her father’s letter were self-declared. The freedom to choose and carve out one’s own fate will be the most significant legacy.

It was a legacy created by Diana for herself.

***

Trisha, who got another vacation at the permission of Crown Prince Lucas, headed excitedly to the Carl’s mansion. When she goes back to the palace after meeting Diana, Lucas would call her and ask her about it. She had so much to tell on their tea time.

“That’s all? “Trisha looked furious. She was not allowed to enter the gate of the mansion. Charlotte handed over the package with a stern look.

Diana has already anticipated Trisha’s motives. In particular, she knew that Trisha met Lucas. The decision was not difficult, and she didn’t need Trisha’s acceptance of it.

“It is Lady Diana’s choice that she doesn’t want to accept royal maids at the moment.”

“No, I was Diana’s friend before I became a maid.”

Charlotte did not answer. It was just another package. Trisha might not have received it if she wanted to keep her pride. But Trisha knows that there is no way for her to do so. As soon as Trisha received the package, the gate closed coldly.

“Ha… Am I a beggar?” Misery pierced into her chest as heavy as the weight of the package.

“I said, friend. We were friends.” Trisha’s fingers that clutched the package trembled.