Chapter 12 (1/2)
“Everyone’s wondering. When we all meet, the mysterious Daughtry talks about his youngest daughter.”
The Marquis of Orell also chipped in.
“It hasn’t been long after she lost her parents and changed her environment, so it’s not time to go out yet. She’s having a hard time adjusting.”
Damon spoke in a friendly but clear tone.
“Obviously, she’ll become the number one prospective bride for Dylan once she goes public. Haha.”
Victoire glared at Count Raizen, who was making silly remarks. Count Raizen shut his mouth tight.
“I heard she’s a daughter of a distant relative, but how far? It’s because it’s not the first time that a relative of the wealthy Count Daughtry lived and died.”
Marquis of Orell asked meaningfully.
“She was a distant relative who I didn’t know existed. I was accidentally contacted by people asking me where to leave the child.”
“Isn’t such a distant relative practically a stranger? When she grows up, Sir Dylan and your youngest daughter can get married. First-class bride and groom! Hahaha!”
“Count Raizen!”
The Marquis of Orell frightfully said. Count Raizen, who was making too many silly remarks, trembled and shrinked his body.
“Well, it’s a good thing though.”
Count Raizen opened his mouth again to lighten up the atmosphere.
Victoire, Damon, and Marquis Orell all had faces that say: ‘Let’s see what nonsense it is this time.’
At the same time, they all looked at Count Raizen.
“You suddenly got a little girl, so it’s a happy occasion, isn’t it? She must be very lovely.”
‘Lovely?’
An image came to Victoire’s mind for a moment while I was laughing at Count Raizen’s words.
<I love it when someone laughs because of me!>
Elisabeth looked up with a naive face.
Elisabeth, who puts out her round face through the crack in the door every morning.
Elisabeth who was approaching with a smile.
His heart was pounding.
“You must be happy to think about it. You’re full of smiles.”
The voice of Marquis Orell brought back Victoire.
“No. There’s a lot of things to worry about since the kid’s coming in. There are many new things to teach.”
Victoire stiffly said on purpose.
“But it’s good to have a daughter. The Duke of Cabezo lost his daughter around the same time.”
Marquis Orell said quietly.
“But His Excellency, the Duke, wasn’t very sad isn’t he?”
Count Raizen spoke again.
“It was strange. Usually when you lose your daughter, you’re desperate to find her, right? But after announcing her death so early, she was treating his first daughter as if he never had one in the first place.”
“I’m sure His Excellency has a reason. Let’s not say anything carelessly.”
The Marquis of Orell coldly responded. At that moment, Victoire lost his cool.
‘Why wouldn’t you be sad about your daughter’s death?’
Victoire clenched his fist.
‘I knew the Duke of Cabezo was a family with no blood or tears, but that’s really hard to bear.’
Damon wrapped the Victoire’s clenched fist in his palm to calm him down. Only then did Victoire realize that he was furious.
‘Why am I so mad about this? In conclusion, it was beneficial to us.’
Victoire was confused. He has always controlled his emotions. It was because he wanted to put emotions in a place where he could only pour them out. ‘A place that deserves to pour out emotion’ is the family’s revenge. So far he’s been doing well. That’s why it was unbecoming of him to become so agitated.
‘I think I need to change the subject.’
He quickly brought up his business story with a stiff expression on his face.
***
“…..”
“…..”
Four eyes rolled around in the drawing room and noticed. But Dylan, who actually led the silence, seemed indifferent.
“Uh, Sir Dylan. Is there something bothering you?”
Thomas Raizen, who seemed to be the most uncomfortable, asked cautiously.
“Not really.”
“You’re arrogant too. Sir Dylan.”
Tyce Orell sarcastically remarked. Dylan only gave him one glance, and did not respond.
Tyce Orell seemed to be fuming in his head and developed a fever. He was from a well-known Marquis family, and Dylan was from a Count family with nothing but money. Naturally, Dylan had to bow to him first.
But Dylan didn’t even face Tyce Orell, let alone bow. On top of that, Dylan’s reputation, which is famous in the social world, is so high that he could not even compare with himself thus he felt inferior.
“It’s understandable. Your popularity is skyrocketing these days.”
Thomas said. Tyce glared at Thomas. But Thomas, who was more tactless than his father, was just innocent.
“Everyone says so. The Duke’s lady’s feelings are going to be towards Dylan.”
“Why would Polia marry a son of a Count?”
Tyce screamed.
“So noisy.”
Dylan turned his head around and looked out of the window.
“What? Noisy?”
“I know it’s not polite to come to someone else’s house and make loud noises.”
“Then I’ll leave! What does Father even want me to do with this guy!”
Tyce left the drawing room like he had been waiting. Dylan didn’t care whether he did.
Tyce, who always swarms like a child and yells at his own will, was too bothersome.
‘If you’re a decent, cute little girl like Elisabeth, you can be stubborn.’
Dylan’s heart fluttered as he thought casually of Elisabeth.
‘What do you mean it’s okay? Not even him. I have to get her out of here.’
“Tyce Orell, man. Just where is he even going. There’s nothing to do if you go out there.”
“…..”