Youngest Lady in Contract - Chapter 12

“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.”

“…..”

“Isn’t that right, Sir Dylan? Oh, maybe he went looking for the youngest daughter, the hidden Daughtry?”

Dylan’s face instantly went blank with Thomas’ nonsense. Thomas again said anything without any sense, but if it were Tyce, there was a good chance he would do such a polite and reckless thing. The son of Marquis of Orell is so arrogant that he does not know how to be afraid of heaven.

‘That jerk, I have to stop him from going to Elisabeth’s room.’

Dylan stormed out of his seat.

“Hey, let’s go together!”

Thomas, who was left alone, scurried out following Dylan.

***

Elisabeth lay on her bed and stamped her feet.

‘I’m so bored.’

Marian had left the room briefly, saying she was bringing puzzle toys for the bored Elisabeth.

‘Puzzle toys. Looks like a baby.’

Of course, Elisabeth Daughtry is a child, but this soul inside her body was eighteen years old.

Besides, it hurts my pride,

‘It’s honestly fun.’

The play was so much fun for the 12-year-old Elisabeth, who had never played childish games or played with toys when she was young.

In addition, Victoire…

<It turns out that kids usually play with these things.>

…bought toys carelessly. Every time he bought toys in the same manner and I had picked them up, they were all expensive and rare. There was no place to put toys in the room, so I had to make a separate toy room.

‘I’m thankful, but…..’

The days of hiding like this will continue. Little baby toys will never comfort Elisabeth.

‘I can’t wait for a puzzle for a 12-year-old every time.’

It occurred to me that I should prepare something to enjoy this confinement situation, not this confinement.

‘Shall I ask Victoire?’

Victoire may do her a favor out of guilt because he has to use Elisabeth. But if Dylan finds out…

‘He’s already driving me out and he thinks I’m an annoying child.’

To put it bluntly, it was Dylan, not Victoire or Damon, who really cared for Elisabeth.

Victoire and Damon were kind and affectionate. They were giving Elisabeth everything she needed right now and took care of her without saying anything.

But Dylan was the only one who tried to help Elisabeth not to be exploited.

It would have been better if you were just a little nicer.

‘I might really hate you a little bit.’

Is it necessary to say ‘piss off’? Damon’s such a nice guy. It’s just that for me, that’s too much. Of course, from Dylan’s point of view, it was frustrating to see a child being used like a fool.

‘Rather, he doesn’t even know I’m using Victoire.’

Anyway, I couldn’t keep bumping into Dylan for many of the days ahead as I stay here.

‘I have no intention of leaving this house. So I have to win Dylan’s heart somehow.’

As a younger sister, she had to be less annoying even if she was not recognized.

‘How to do that? I’ll have to listen to you first, right?’

That’s why Elisabeth didn’t take a step outside the room, even though she was sore and about to die.

‘No one’s coming to this room until they go back. Ah, so bored.’

Elisabeth couldn’t bear the boredom and rolled over the bed. Elisabeth, who was rolling around for two rows on the bed, immediately fell down to the floor..

“Oww…”

No matter how bored you are, what kind of childish behavior is this?

‘I didn’t do this when I was Emilie back then.’

Being treated like a child, I felt that my mental age was also young. But I didn’t hate it that much. It was rather good.

‘No one would say anything if I acted like a child.’

Her biological father was always displeased with the fact that 5-year-old Emilie had perfectly mastered etiquette. He frowned, let alone rejoiced, when the etiquette teacher praised Emilie until her mouth was dry. Then he persistently finds faults.

<It doesn’t suit you. I wonder if I need to spend money on educating a child like you.>

It was Emilie’s stepmother who gave her a teacher. Although she was always labeled as incompetent, Emilie learned perfectly from such teachers. The teachers were thrilled to have a disciple as remarkable as Emilie under the same novice.

‘Even though it was not in my father’s eyes.’

Her father, who was strict about everything to Emilie, loved Polia even when running barefoot around the house. He was always smiling as if he could not bear it because he was so lovely.

‘Why did he hate me so much? Why didn’t you believe me? You could have trusted your daughter for once.’

In my previous life, I was going crazy wanting to know why. If I fixed the reason on my own, I might be loved by my father. But the more I tried, the more father pushed Emilie away.

But now I was just literally ‘curious.’ Because it was a behavior that I didn’t understand.

Elisabeth blinked under the rolled blanket.

‘It’s okay. Let’s forget it all. RIght now I’m…’

Bang!

And then. There was a harsh opening of the door.

‘Is it Dylan?’

Elisabeth poked her head out of the blanket. But the man who stepped on the carpet was a face she didn’t want to meet.

‘Tyce Orell? Why is he here?’

Elisabeth quickly put her face back into the blanket.

“What? I think it’s a girl’s room. Why isn’t anyone here?”

Tyce wanted to play a trick on Dylan. That’s why he was looking for the Daughtry’s youngest daughter that was hidden tightly.

‘I’m sure she’s a stupid and ugly child but she’s hiding it. I’m going to spread rumors about you in society, and I’m going to talk about you all the time!’

Tyce looked around the room with a grumpy face. He was sure Daughtry had their youngest daughter in this room. This was the most plausible ‘youngest daughter’ room that Tyce finally found after sneaking in secretly from room to room.

“They sure made it pretty.”

The room was luxurious and charming. I felt extremely concerned for Tyce, whose eyes had no one to look at. In addition, the room was filled with cute dolls and toy sculptures.

There are even models of monkeys that move when the spring is closed, or dolls of girls that light up with magic stones embedded in their eyes.

There were many expensive and precious toys that even Tyce could not easily have.

‘That upstart subject…!’

Tyce gnawed his teeth in jealousy.