I'm a Good Stepmom

CHAPTRE 44

Henric's words and Henric's behavior this time are outrageous. He throws food, drinks, and damages other furniture.

Not to mention, Henric said things that made his three brothers upset and emotional.

" I don't know what's wrong with that kid!! " Arnold spoke in a high tone.

His face was visibly angry as Henric left after ruining the party.

" ....I don't know, but I think Henric's been exposed to that woman's magic. " Berick with a face of disbelief argued.

" You're saying Berick's bullshit, that woman can't use magic. " Jack with a cold face responded to Berick.

The three of them were still unaware of Violet's kindness, in contrast to Henric, he was already aware of Violet's kindness, not to mention, Henric knew something, so he was convinced of Violet's kindness.

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I walked up the stairs, as I was going back to my room. The servants who passed by me looked at me with pity and pity eyes.

It was like I was crazy in their eyes.

" ......Young Master?....." The sickly waitress called my name, if I'm not mistaken she's Dessy.

I didn't want to respond to them, I ignored them and went to my room with lazy footsteps.

" ......Who's crazy in this house. " I muttered with lazy steps towards my room.

The hallway continued I passed, until it was not realized that I was on the top floor, somehow my steps took me to this hallway.

Not to my room.

" .......My feet unconsciously brought me here... " It was my murmur staring at my feet.

I stopped in the hallway, silence and silence were here, cold and no sound.

I stared at every inch of the hall, the walls, the floor, the roofs and one old wooden door. They look shabby with cobwebs covering them.

" .....Door?....." I'm interested in one wooden door that's not covered with cobwebs.

As I approached the door, my eyes kept staring at it from top to bottom.

I began to stretch out my hand and hold the doorknob that looked old.

When my hand was pressed against the doorknob, a rough grain was felt on my skin. It was dust, but I didn't care, I pushed the doorknob, so the door opened.

" .......This is?....." I was surprised by the contents of the room.

When the door was opened, the room behind the door looked neat and well maintained. Items such as, curtains, clocks, beds, cabinets, and dressers as well as other items.

Everything looked well-maintained, even though the items were old and outdated.

" ......Who lives in this room. " I wondered as I looked through the room.

I searched every room in the room, the room in the room consisted of a bedroom and a work space.

Workspace can not be called a workspace, because this room is like a neat warehouse.

" .....Someone must be sleeping here. " Mumamku's.

I opened the cabinets in the room one by one. But there's nothing.

Then I glanced at one fairly small closet, the closet I had not opened yet.

"....." I stared at the closet, as if there was something inside.

The dress is green with a simple impression. There were no jewels or luxury items attached to the dress.

" ......This....this dress? " I slowly took the dress. Because it looks like I've seen someone wear this dress.

As I continued to remember, the figure of the woman with red hair, green eyes, indifferent and sometimes warm eyes began to appear on my mind.

".......Mom connect? " Yes, that dress belonged to my mother.

The mother I've been ignoring all this time, and I've hated all this time. It turned out that I was in his room, when I remembered that face, it felt like I wanted to kill myself.

" ...Heeuhhkkc..

I felt a tightness in my chest, a pain when I remembered the face that had been warm and wanted to be trusted by me.

The green eyes are sometimes sad, sparkling and withering. As if asking others to believe his words.

The sight kept passing through my head. I was crying because of that memory.

I was thinking, how could I possibly ignore and hate a good contact mother like her.

Even though she's a regular mom, she always takes care of us like her own son. He always came at night to make sure that his mischievous sons were asleep.

I always wake up at night because of seizures and delirium. Somehow after the call came, my sleep became comfortable and not disturbed.

I thought I was healed, but I started to realize when I was in prison, that I wasn't healed yet.

While in prison, I had seizures and delirium at night, I could not sleep and it was very difficult to close my eyes.

But after I got out of prison, I felt a difference. As I fell asleep I felt the hand of someone who felt familiar stroking my hair gently, at that moment I opened my eyes to ascertain who the person was.

Even though my eyes were heavy, I knew who it was, and it turned out to be the woman I hated all along.

The palm of the hand that is always felt at night, turns out it is the hand of the woman I hate.

Actually, I've seen you walk in the dark hallway with candles, sometimes he always stops in front of the door of Arnold's room, Berick and Jack's brother.

I didn't care about it, when he said that he was never guilty of my father's death. We did not care and closed our ears to his words.

I used to not believe it, and was not aware of its treatment. I close my eyes and ears to what he does and says.

After knowing that, the thing that became my reason for not hating Mom continued. I feel like I'm stupid and stupid.

" .....I'm a fool for closing my eyes, ears, and heart. That you are telling the truth and what it is. " I muttered as I stroked the green clothes in my hand.

" .....You should have slapped me with your hand....You shouldn't have gotten me out of jail. " I kept muttering in a quiet and seedy room.

When I muttered I accidentally saw the book lying under my feet.

I started keeping the dress I was holding, then took the book.

The book looked dusty, I cleaned the book, then flipped over and read the book's clearly emblazoned title.

".....My note....." I read the title of the book.

Because I was so curious, I started to open every sheet in the book.

The first page, the first page of the writing looks neat and seems disheveled. But it can still be read.

Paragraph one, from the first page—

' Today is my wedding day, the day I will be out of the house that has been shackling me. All this time it's been damaging my body and my mind. My aunt, she sold me to a noble who had the title of Marquess, back then I actually refused because I was so young and unsuited. But, after I thought, it might be better if I got married, and left my aunt's house. When I get married, I will try my best to be his wife, even if I don't understand how life is after marriage. '

From this I have understood that this is a diary or a record of life.

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