Chapter 83 – Nemesis (6)
“Whoa…”
Mason caught his breath and wiped his sweaty hands on the hem of his dress. No matter how firm she was in her heart, it was too difficult to actually put her into action.
Eventually, she returned to this place.
Beyond the huge open gate, there is a beautifully decorated garden with green leaves growing. In the center of the garden was a fountain with an antique statue, and the mansion coming in from afar was well decorated and tidy.
It was Isabella’s mansion, which looked too bright for the refreshing summer.
Mason could only feel the dreary feeling running through her body.
“Are you okay?”
At Grace’s question, Mason gave her a small nod.
She took another deep breath and moved on. Past the main gate, along the well-maintained path, past the fountain with the statue, and finally.
Grabbing the doorknob of the huge front door and knocking three times.
After waiting for a while, the door opened and a white-haired old butler came out to serve the customers. He was a familiar man with a soft smile.
“… Miss Mason.”
“Mr. Germaine.”
The two looked at each other for a moment. Germaine’s face was well-groomed like that of a seasoned old butler, but she could read the deep pensiveness in her eyes as she looked at her.
“Long time no see.”
He bowed politely and then raised his head.
“This side?”
As his eyes linger on Grace, she too smiles and says.
“My name is Grace. A friend of Miss Mason, I have an appointment with Isabella today.”
At her words, Germaine nodded slightly and said.
“This is Miss Grace. Nice to meet you.”
Soon he went back in, opened the door wide, and came out. He politely leaned forward and stretched out his hand.
“I heard about today’s promise from the lady. Come in.”
Mason and Grace set foot inside the mansion. Soon after, with the sound of a chuckle and the sound of a closed door, Germaine passed the two and came forward.
“Since the lady told me to take her to the office, I will go there.”
Germaine moved her feet first, and Mason moved with Grace. While following the old butler who remained silent, Grace paid her attention to the beautifully decorated and expensive items here and there, but Mason could not afford that.
“… Miss Mason, how have you been?”
At the soft-spoken question of the old butler, Mason raised her head. His voice was as calm as always, but somehow it felt particularly decrepit today.
“Well…”
Mason paused to answer reflexively, then confessed the truth.
“I would be lying if I said I was fine. Mr. Germaine,”
As Mason talked with a small smile, Jermaine glanced back at her. His face seemed to be wrinkled especially today.
“Oops, did I mention something useless?”
“No, Mr. Germaine. It’s okay now. Germaine, are you okay these days?”
At Mason’s question, Jermaine opened her mouth with a small smile.
“Well, how different would the life of an old man like this be? As always, my shoes hurt, and I live a life of serving Lady Isabella day by day.”
The two continued to talk and climbed the stairs. As usual, formal talk and polite greetings. However, there was obviously a strange tension between them.
It’s as if we can’t exactly know the situation we’re in, but we try to ignore the fact that we’re going through hard times.
“…”
The three of them reached the third floor before they knew it, and Germaine stared blankly in the direction of Isabella’s office. Normally, she would immediately knock on her office door to announce the arrival of her guest, then greet her and go down to her office again.
But today, for some reason, he hesitated in front of the stairs.
He turned around as if he was confused for a moment, then sighed and looked at Mason.
“Miss Mason.”
In her eyes, as she looked at her with such luck, she looked uneasy, unlike the benevolent old butler she had seen so far.
“As a hired servant, it’s presumptuous, but may I say something?”
“… Why?”
Mason asked, taking a step back. For some reason, she felt uneasy about the vague feeling she felt from him.
“…”
Grace, who was next to her, was quietly silent, but as Mason took a step back, she naturally came to her side. Germaine quietly looked at the two of them and sighed lightly.
“You can think of it as the senility of an old man. A story I just want to tell, a complaint… It would be right to say
Mason looked at Germaine’s face as he said that.
He looks toxic, tired, and weak. It was a very different look from the butler she had seen so far.
When she didn’t refuse and stayed quiet, Jermaine slowly opened her mouth.
“… She wants you to stop provoking the young lady.”
The moment he heard his words, Mason’s blood went cold.
It was very clear what he meant.
“Mr. Germain, you knew.”
“…”
As Germaine nodded her head, Mason struggled to keep her mouth shut.
I thought that if she opened her mouth now, she would be swept away by her uncontrollable emotions and pour out her rants.
However, she couldn’t stop it from pouring out her eyes of deep reproach and resentment. Germaine, who received such a gaze, started talking to her again.
“Since I have committed many sins, what excuse can I make? As you know, I have been by her side all her life, who left her mother early.”
He paused for a moment, wondering what to say, then started talking.
“… I am a weak, cowardly old man. Having served her lady all her life, it did not stop her when she went astray. I blinded myself to her silence, her turning away, her compassion for her.”
He wiped her face once with both hands.
“The lady’s behavior gradually got worse. I should have given her word to the lady there, when at last she brought her Miss Sianna. But…”
His voice gradually trembled.
“I couldn’t… But, no more, no more.”
His gibberish made Mason dizzy. It was clear that he had overlooked all of Isabella’s actions, but he did not know why he was suddenly telling this story.
“What the young lady is planning now is three feet of blood compared to what she has done so far. Please be careful-“
As he continued to mutter, as he slowly moved his trembling hand toward Mason’s hardened hands, Grace stepped in between the two and grabbed his hand.
“Hey uncle. What’s the use of all that now?”
She took Germaine’s hand and forced it away.
“What’s the difference if a cowardly coward comes and talks about it now? The situation has already turned for the worst. You don’t deserve forgiveness, and don’t tell Mr. Mason to be careful.”
At her words, Germaine’s eyes shook violently.
“I know that she doesn’t deserve it, but if I provoked her more than this, she’s really irreversible-“
“Is it really irreversible? Don’t talk nonsense.”
Grace snorted and pulled Mason by the hand.
“The actions you have taken so far cannot be undone. You’re not even qualified to warn Mason. Now,”
She looked at Isabella’s nameplate hanging in front of her office door, then turned her head back to Germaine.
“The time has come for the worst to come. No matter who gets the worst. You keep watching I suffer alone in the guilt that I will never let go. Don’t burden Mr. Mason.”
Saying that, Grace grabbed the doorknob and turned it.
The door opened, and a bright light flooded into the room.
“I didn’t even tell you to come in yet.”
Isabella spoke without taking her eyes off the papers she was reading. As she finished speaking, her snort came from beyond the paper-obscured view.
“Are you and me being that polite? We already played one. Thick.”
Isabella then put down her papers and looked up.
She saw Grace, who had black hair and golden eyes like herself. Naturally, Isabella’s gaze reached Mason, as Grace held her wrist.
Her hair was cut
She didn’t like it
Very much
That she grabbed Grace by the wrist. The fact that her hair was cut short and bobbed like it used to be.
“Under.”
Isabella looked at the two with a small smile.
“It’s fun.”
Saying that, she stood up from her seat and approached the two of them. Their reactions were stark. Grace had a small smile on her lips, while Mason forced himself to meet her eyes.
“Okay. Then where should we start talking?”
After saying that, Isabella walked past the two and closed the door.
A booming sound echoed through the quiet room.
