Chapter 110 – Final Plan (2)
As Lucia stepped inside her mansion, Germaine quickly closed the door behind her. Lucia asked hurriedly as she quickly walked up the stairs.
“What floor is your sister on?”
“She will be in the lady’s room.”
Germain answered, despite her old age she climbed the stairs quickly. There was no need for further conversation. The two soon arrived at Isabella’s room, and Germain, who placed her hand on her door, looked back at Lucia with serious eyes.
“5 minutes. In the meantime, I will stand guard in front of the door.”
Lucia nodded her head, and Germain opened the door.
The familiar scenery inside the room welcomed my eyes.
Neatly organized bookshelf and desk, neatly organized bed.
At one point, she thought she wanted to stay here with Isabella forever.
However, the comfort and stability she always felt did not attract Lucia’s attention now.
Her eyes were focused on only one person in the room.
Sitting on the bed, my body stiffened in surprise when the door suddenly opened.
Her brown eyes are wide with surprise.
Her brown hair was cut shorter than when she was last seen.
A gaunt body can be seen at a glance.
“…”
Lucia froze in place as if someone had grabbed her entire body. She couldn’t even walk, and the information she needed to convey to Mason, who had been practicing all night, didn’t come out of her mouth.
Of course, Lucia was nervous. It is only then that she realizes that she is not as bold as she thought, and that she is not as skillful at acting as Isabella.
But among them, it was her that weighed her down the most.
It may have been because of the wariness and fear in Mason’s eyes.
The fear of an unexpected visit, the look in his eyes as he ponders whether this too could be some kind of trap that Isabella came up with.
Mason’s eyes were wide, still dazed, but her watchful eyes, like a frightened wild animal dealing with a predator, amplified Lucia’s guilt.
He didn’t run up to her and hug her like he did before, and he didn’t whisper to her that she loved him.
She was not a lover who comforted her pain, she was not her only blood relative, and now she only remained as a threatening stranger.
It was natural, and if it had been in the past, she would have snorted and laughed at Mason, who thought she was a precious person.
Now that she had realized the love and devotion she had lavished on her family, she had to feel Mason’s unfathomable sense of betrayal and pain.
What should I say?
It might be better not to say anything. It was a wise decision to just hand over the note Grace wrote and run away.
But she didn’t do that. She didn’t Have The weight of her mistakes, which she first encountered, bound her feet and uprooted her tongue.
She just looked at Mason from there like a scarecrow.
Sigh.
Mason stood up. At that moment, Lucia felt scared. Maybe she will leave her room, maybe she will avoid herself and all her plans will be ruined.
Lucia was just about to move to grab her.
Mason quietly came over and hugged her. As Lucia, who had not fully grasped the situation, was struggling to come out of her panic, she heard a soft whisper in her ear.
“Don’t cry.”
Lucia then realized that she was crying.
The whispering voice was warm.
Even though I was deceived, abandoned, and broken over and over again.
I can’t do this, I don’t have time.
Nevertheless, the reason she firmly rejected this hug and could not tell her about her plans was because Mason’s generosity and the fact that he approached her first were so meaningful to Lucia.
Mason still wanted to forgive himself.
Just like when she was young, she covered up her many mistakes and made her feel better.
Lucia opened her mouth. Feeling her throat clearly cracking.
“… “I’m sorry.”
She couldn’t contain all her emotions in this one word, and it was obvious that she couldn’t heal the wounds that Mason had inflicted on her.
But still, Lucia felt the need.
Mason said nothing more and just hugged her and patted her on the back.
It was a thin hand, full of tension and fear.
Every time her hand tapped her back, it made Lucia’s heart beat painfully. The trembling of her hands made me feel that I did not yet fully trust her, and she knew better than anyone else that the cause of this, her lack of trust and faith, had been created by her own hands. Because I knew.
But even so, it was so warm of her to tell her not to cry, and she knew very well that she did not deserve such tolerance.
And yet, she is infinitely grateful to her Mason who takes care of her.
Lucia kept muttering that she was sorry.
Germain stood quietly at her post in front of her door. Inside her room, faint sobbing could be heard after a brief silence. Germain felt impatient when he heard that sound.
They should end the conversation as quickly as possible.
The fingertips wearing his curved gloves became wet with sweat. He adjusted his clothes with nervous hands. It was a habit he had when he was nervous.
Please, Lucia. I have to finish it quickly and get out.
An inaudible cry lingered violently at the end of my throat. But he never opened the door and entered the room. He couldn’t enter Isabella’s room without permission, and if Isabella came back while he was away, he had to stop her at an early stage.
He listened through the door again. Little by little he began to hear speech, but he could not tell what was being said. In the end, just when she was wondering when she would leave her room,
I could see a warrior approaching in this direction from afar.
Germaine calmly returned to the mature old butler and lightly glanced towards the sound of his footsteps. She had red hair and was relatively young compared to other workers.
Germaine knew who she was immediately. As she came somewhat closer to her, Germain greeted her with a light nod.
“Jennifer.”
“Mr. Germain.”
Jennifer also responded with a greeting. Germain hoped she would just pass by where she was, but she stopped right in front of her.
A ray of cold sweat ran down his spine, but he resolutely met her gaze and asked.
“What’s going on? “I understand that you have been handed over the responsibility of taking care of Miss Shiana?”
Germaine was in charge of managing all the employees who worked at his mansion, and he was very thorough in his work, so the average employees treated him with politeness and sometimes even feared him.
But Jennifer didn’t do that. Her eyes met Germaine’s aged ones. No, it would be wrong to say she fought back.
Her eyes quietly accepted his gaze. With eyes without any emotion, as if staring at an object.
“… Mr. Germain, I would like to ask you what you are doing in front of your room.”
It was a rude remark. Germaine quietly spoke with strength in her eyes as she responded with a rebuttal instead of answering his question.
“Answer the question.”
Jennifer looked at him for a moment and answered the question obediently.
“… “I was just curious because I was passing by and was standing in front of the young lady’s door.”
“It’s not something you should be curious about. “Hurry back to your work.”
Germain responded in her cold voice. But even so, he could not shake off the subtle aura felt in Jennifer’s words, actions, and attitude.
As the head deacon who managed the employees, he was able to manage and supervise other employees and take appropriate action when necessary. Of course, he also has the authority to punish his employees appropriately without notifying Isabella. Jennifer’s behavior, who couldn’t have been unaware of this, was an attitude he couldn’t understand.
He was also able to learn of the recent drastic change in her attitude through reports received from other users.
When she first entered the mansion, she was full of mistakes and was scolded, and seemed to have trouble adjusting, but a few months ago, Isabella even appointed her as her exclusive servant.
Of course, the owner’s decision did not cause any problems, but it was true that he also wondered why Jennifer had caught Isabella’s eye.
He also heard news from users who came in around the same time as Jennifer that she had gradually become more closed-minded.
She used to get along with other employees, albeit awkwardly, but the news that at some point she no longer interacted with other people or even talked to them most of the time was definitely information to pay close attention to. Br〉
Germain looked at her, recalling the information he had heard about Jennifer. Jennifer looked at him without wavering and answered.
“As the lady’s exclusive maid, I just had reasonable doubts about the actions of the head deacon.”
These were words that immediately dismissed Germain’s actions. But Germaine did not back down. Because there was no physical evidence for Jennifer’s suspicious attitude, and because she knew that she could no longer move away from him.
“I fully understand your questions and I will not reprimand you for your attitude.”
He lightly nodded to leave, and Jennifer immediately bowed her head once and began to walk away from his room little by little.
Just as Germaine was about to take a break, Jennifer suddenly turned to him and asked.
“By any chance, young lady, do you know?”
“As long as you know.”
Of course it was a lie, and I knew that Jennifer would guess this easily. But she walked away from her room again without asking any more questions.
When Germaine completely walked away from her, she sighed softly. No matter how perfectly he managed himself as the head of the house, he too was aging. As he relaxed his body, he felt extreme fatigue.
“… “I didn’t want to spend my last years in peace.”
He wiped his face with his hand, then quickly knocked on Isabella’s door and quickly turned the doorknob.
“Miss Lucia. I have to go. Right now.”
He entered and spoke firmly and Lucia nodded her head. The two sisters’ eyes were red, and Mason seemed a little relieved when he realized it was Germain, who was trying to hide the note in her hand.
“Sister, you have to read all of those notes and destroy them, okay?”
Mason nodded at Jennifer’s request and put her hand in her pocket. She then took out something and placed it in Lucia’s hand. After checking it, Lucia looked somewhat despondent, but then she gritted her teeth.
Mason smiled faintly at Lucia and held her hand.
“Go back carefully, Lucia.”
Lucia responded to her answer with a worried expression.
“Wait a moment, sister. “I’ll get it out soon.”
After that conversation, Germaine and Lucia quickly started heading towards the stairs. Occasionally, people passing by would say hello to the two, but there was no time to respond. Opening the front door on the first floor again, Lucia quickly moved her body and said.
“Take care of her sister, Germaine. Please. “The only person I can trust in this mansion is my grandfather.”
Grandfather. His sisters used to call him that when he was young. He nodded at her as kindly as possible, feeling once again the affection he felt for her sister and her desperation.
Even before the door closed, Lucia was coming down the stairs. It was as if she didn’t want to stay here even a moment longer.
