Because She Had A Time Limit, She Became The Villain’s Daughter-in-law - Chapter 114

Chapter 114

“I, you…”

“Wait.”

I stared blankly at Seymour, forgetting to tidy up my frizzy hair.

“Don’t tell me.”

The male lead of this world left the female lead and said he likes me, the supporting character…

“No more… Say no more.”

No matter how many developments there were, I thought it wouldn’t befall me. It was because I didn’t do anything good for Seymour.

‘…Didn’t I just make use of him?’

I even had the experience of misunderstanding him when he first approached me and then realized that it was in vain. So, I was completely not in that direction.

“I thought you would.”

Seymour answered, his face looked like he had gone out of his mind, but with a voice that had already resigned.

“As expected, my heart is still a nuisance.”

“Excuse me… Perhaps, there is a misunderstanding, um…”

On the contrary, the person I had been good to was Evan… However, was lukewarm to me, while Seymour—

“Is Miss Laria the one who would do that?”

“No, then why?”

“Just… I couldn’t help it because I thought you were a perfect fit for me.”

Seymour’s breath trembled.

In a different sense, I suddenly felt distant because I could feel his sincerity. This was a confession he made even though he knew he would get refused. It was the sincerity that came out even though he knew that my heart was not with him.

“You always have the same thoughts as me. You really like making money in various ways, and you’re good at it…”

Seymour spoke slowly, with a somewhat resigned face.

“Aren’t you more suited to me than the random marriage partner you had when you were young? That made me think…”

“….”

“Ha… When the divorce law is passed, I was going to tell you slowly, but I think I’m crazy.”

Saying so, Seymour ruffled his blonde hair and sighed.

Of course, I thought I was going crazy, too, because the original story went wrong in an unexpected place. Even for very absurd reasons… Besides, I knew his thoughts though I didn’t really think that way.

“Does Young Duke Evan know how wonderful and clever Miss Laria’s insight is?”

…Those insights were all yours.

“Every idea and drive to make money and all the confidence to invest were all beautiful.”

As he continued, I couldn’t say, ‘That’s narcissism,’ and I just kept my mouth open.

“Would you like to become very rich in the Empire with me? Of course, Duchy Icard is already wealthy enough to be comparable to that of the Imperial Family, but wouldn’t it be more meaningful than the wealth that was already achieved?”

What was he talking about? A lot of money was good, why would we work hard to earn money…

“You won’t be a person who lives in the noble social circles…”

I sighed.

I knew it was the complete opposite. My aptitude was not to make money through investment or business. Rather, it was just something I did because I knew the male lead’s story.

My hobbies and specialties were fighting public opinion and working behind the scenes based on a lot of money and power. To put it bluntly, being the scheming mastermind was my aptitude rather than the male lead.

‘The most regrettable thing is that I can’t calm down the social circles in the Capital right now…’

Seymour gazed at me and slowly opened his mouth again.

“I always liked to think about money.”

“….”

“From some point on, if I wanted to think about money… I had to think of Miss Laria together.”

“Sir Seymour…”

“Then, from a certain point on, it’s good to think of Miss Laria even if I don’t think about money.”

Whether it started from narcissism or misunderstanding, I felt that the words themselves were sincere, and my heart ached somehow.

“I know you will decline. Still, why am I going crazy now…”

“Apart from being married to Evan…”

I interrupted him softly.

The greatest consideration I could give him was a complete refusal. And, the best truth I could tell him was the truth.

“First of all, I am not the kind of person Sir Seymour knows. Since you like fictional people, I recommend that you keep your heart to yourself.”

The fact that the male and female lead went out of their route because of me was shocking. Even if it was a bad original story, I felt like I had broken the world. So, I really felt like I had become a foreign object that harms this world.

‘I broke the normal world and created this state.’

Regardless, because I was originally tolerant, I decided to become a blatant foreign entity.

‘Well, I can’t help it. Life is a feast of unknown things… especially other people’s lives.’

Elanie and Seymour both have good lives, so it would be okay if they didn’t even have to see each other.

‘But then…’

My thoughts went differently.

‘…Is it possible that Elanie will never divorce Evan because she has no love for Seymour?’

My head was spinning as to where and how the ending would change. As I turned my messy hair behind my ear and looked outward.

‘Wait a minute…’

I frowned and hung on the balcony.

‘It’s Medor and Duke Icard!’

Duke Icard was in the garden. When I asked where he was, he seemed to be coming back to the banquet hall from the Duchy’s carriage.

“Still, I have prepared a hangover remedy, so if you think you have overdone your alcohol, please tell the servant.”

‘I see.’

Duke Icard was weak in alcohol, but it was clear that somehow he had overdone his alcohol. Earlier, the Emperor was also in high spirits, so it must have been because he kept accepting it. It seemed that he went directly without talking to the servant because he wanted to get some air.

‘Still, why did Medor…’

Medor was approaching Duke Icard. There was no way to openly attack Duke Icard in the Imperial Palace garden, where there were many people watching…

“Miss Laria?”

Whatever Seymour said, I frantically ran to the railing and stared at Duke Icard and Medor.

‘Duke Icard wouldn’t even know Medor’s face!’

I couldn’t hear what the two were talking about, but I could see that Medor was opening a bottle. Duke Icard was not someone to drink a drink given to him by a stranger whom he did not know his face.

‘But, he’s drunk…’

Nevertheless, the thought made me feel uncomfortable, so I shouted out loud towards them.

“Father!”

Duke Icard looked up at me slowly.

“Don’t eat that!”

I didn’t have time to think since I had to make my choice at that moment.

“That guy is a bit suspicious! As far as I know, he’s from Duke Orlando!”

As soon as I shouted, Medor ran away, but instead of chasing him, Duke Icard looked up at me and shouted.

“Laria! Who’s the guy next to you?! It’s dangerous, so get off the railing!”

No, was that the problem now….?

Wanting to make sure that Duke Icard was fine, I immediately opened the balcony door and started running.

“Miss Laria!”

Seymour called me, but I didn’t hear him. However, it was in the banquet hall that I met Duke Icard. The speed where he ran from the garden was incomparably faster than mine.

“Laria! Why are you running like this when you say you hurt your ankle?”

As soon as Duke Icard saw me, he grabbed my shoulder and shouted. Even Elanie and Miss Olivia, who were throwing objects at such a loud noise, stopped for a moment. At the same time, Evan, who was stopping their fight, also looked at us.

“Laria ran? Your ankle hurt, right?”

He immediately ran and left Elani and Miss Olivia.

‘If anyone sees it, they’ll think I’m really wearing crutches. What about the fight!’

However, to my surprise, the fighting also stopped.

“There is no way Laria can run for no reason! What’s going on? Huh?”

Miss Olivia also threw away the fruit she was throwing and strode here.

“Laria! Were you hurt? Why didn’t you tell me!”

Meanwhile, Elanie also threw the broken table leg that she was carrying and approached us as well.

“Aha, it’s okay, I’m fine… Serena said I’m really okay…”

“What do you mean you’re okay?”

At my words, Evan’s red eyes sank coldly.

“Your standing posture is tilted three degrees more than usual.”

Wouldn’t that three-degree tilt usually depend on the mood…

At that moment, Duke Icard’s mouth slowly opened.

“…I’m sorry, Laria.”

“What?”

“I…I’m sorry.”

When I saw his eyes slightly open, I became anxious for a moment.

“Why… Why didn’t I give you another doctor? There may be better doctors, so why did I trust Serena? She’s a doctor who can’t even heal your ankle.”

My heart dropped.

“Call the servant right now. I have something to tell Morande.”

He uttered in a trembling voice.

“Call all the doctors on the continent. My daughter-in-law has to live.”

…What? Now?

‘Father, I’m going to run away! So why all of a sudden?!’

It looked like I had been hit in the head.

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