I’ll Become the Heroine’s Capable Divorce Partner - Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

In the first place.

Asking your younger sister about gifts for your mistress—are you in your right mind?

“But I don’t know what kind of gift I should give Catherine.”

Meanwhile, David rested his chin on his hand and furrowed his brow.

“She’s already going on about wanting something romantic and whatnot. I don’t understand why women are so emotional. How bothersome.”

Wow, how can a person be so shameless?

Not thinking at all about what he usually does, and speaking in a tone that lumps all women together and tramples on them.

As expected of the top patriarchal trash.

Moreover.

‘What about Isabel?’

I felt my stomach twist.

If his first anniversary with Catherine is two months away, then his wedding anniversary with Isabel is next month.

But he doesn’t even care about his own wife, only thinking about his mistress?

At this point, being shameless is also a talent.

“Um, Elder Brother.”

Unable to bear it any longer, I opened my mouth.

“Lady Scofield is important, but isn’t your wedding anniversary with Sister-in-law coming up soon?”

“So what?”

David looked genuinely puzzled.

“Why should I care about Isabel?”

“What? But…”

“She’s the mistress of the Laventess Ducal House, and there’s nothing more childish than making a fuss about wedding anniversaries. She needs to maintain her dignity.”

So worrying about a first anniversary with your mistress from now is dignified behavior?

But our great adulterous brother went even further.

He suddenly tried to lecture me.

“You should also live obediently when you get married in the future. That’s the path to family peace. Do you understand?”

What a loose tongue, really.

Can’t I somehow sew that mouth shut?

I desperately hid my trembling fists.

At the same time, David pressed me again.

“So, don’t you have any ideas for a first anniversary gift?”

“I don’t have anything particular in mind right now. Could you give me some time?”

Ugh.

How dare you try to involve me in your affair?

Do you think I’d give you such disgusting ideas?

‘Right, I really need to get Isabel divorced as soon as possible.’

I sharpened my eyes.

Our Isabel is too precious to continue staying in this trashy family.

Of course, I know that Isabel will awaken as a refreshing woman who sprays carbonation in the future.

Still… scars remain.

There’s no need for her to get hurt more here, right?

“Tsk, I thought you might be helpful… Fine, I understand.”

David nodded roughly and waved his hand dismissively.

His business was done, so now he was telling me to get lost.

I was happy to oblige.

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‘Hmm?’

I stopped in my tracks as I was walking out of the study.

Because someone was loudly shouting from the direction of the living room in the distance.

“You’re such a child…!!”

The owner of this shrill voice is…

‘It’s Marisa, isn’t it?’

I hurriedly approached the living room.

When I peeked my head out, I saw Marisa and Isabel standing side by side.

‘What on earth is this situation?’

I furrowed my brow.

Marisa stood with her hands on her hips, grumbling and glaring at Isabel.

Isabel stood in front of her with her head hung low as if she had committed some crime.

“You’re not even a little child, what’s with this doll play?!”

Marisa pointed accusingly at Isabel again.

A faint apology flowed from Isabel’s lips as she kept her head down.

“…I’m sorry.”

At the same time, I widened my eyes.

Because a small dress was being trampled under Marisa’s feet.

‘Wait, that’s…’

In the story, Isabel used to design doll clothes as a pastime.

Those clothes were so delicate that when she casually gifted them to a young lady from a noble house, it became a huge topic of conversation.

Of course, Marisa criticized it as a vulgar hobby, saying how could a duke’s wife make doll clothes.

In the distant future, when Isabel became famous as a fashion designer.

She reminisced about how she found comfort in making doll clothes during difficult times…

‘And you’re trampling on such precious doll clothes?!’

Suddenly, I felt like something snapped in my head.

I opened my mouth with an ice-cold voice.

“Mother.”

Startled by that call, Marisa turned to look at me with surprised eyes.

Isabel, who had been keeping her head down the whole time, also slowly raised her gaze for the first time.

Dark green eyes stared at me quietly.

‘Ah.’

My heart sank with a thud.

Again.

That exhausted expression.

Those eyes filled with resignation, unable to even think of resisting the humiliation against herself.

Isabel’s face looking at me was… simply devastating.

‘This isn’t right.’

I gritted my teeth.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

Otherwise, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to hold back and would start shouting wildly.

‘Why does Isabel have to make such an expression?’

I strode toward Marisa.

Marisa, with a bewildered expression, grew closer and closer.

Standing protectively in front of Isabel, I spoke with a sharp tone.

“Move that foot.”

“Eh, Elodie?”

“Move your foot right now.”

Marisa, overwhelmed by my momentum, reflexively stepped back.

I sat down on the spot and carefully picked up the doll clothes that had fallen to the floor.

At the same time, I bit down hard on my lower lip.

‘My goodness.’

The sleeves delicately finished with lace.

The dress hem decorated with frills.

The small pearl buttons adorning the chest.

And even the careful stitching.

It looked like human clothing shrunk down to miniature size.

…Which meant Isabel had made these doll clothes with such care and devotion.

“Really, why are you making such a fuss over doll clothes? I was just trying to maintain dignity as a duchess…”

Just then, Marisa, who had come to her senses, tried to spout more nonsense.

I sprang to my feet and looked straight into Marisa’s eyes.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Marisa’s shoulders stiffened for a moment.

Still unwilling to back down quietly, Marisa tried to stand her ground somehow.

“Don’t interfere. I was just trying to teach my daughter-in-law.”

“Teach?”

I asked back with an incredulous expression.

“Is trampling on precious things carelessly what you call teaching?”

“……”

Marisa was momentarily speechless at my blunt words.

But only for a moment.

“Elodie, dear.”

Marisa frowned and scolded me.

“Why do you meddle in everything? This isn’t your business.”

Ah, so that’s how you want to play it?

I twisted up the corner of my lips sarcastically.

“What if it is my business?”

“What?”

“These doll clothes—I asked Sister-in-law to make them for me.”

Silence fell.

“……”

“……”

Marisa looked as if she’d been struck in the head.

Isabel also stared at me quietly.

Over her green eyes that had been dark as if clouded, a faint glimmer appeared.

“I don’t understand why making doll clothes is undignified. Embroidery is part of a lady’s education too.”

“No, that’s…!”

Marisa tried to babble something, but my words were a bit faster.

I looked straight into Marisa’s eyes.

“And using education as an excuse to trample on something someone worked hard to make.”

A cold question immediately followed.

“Is that dignified behavior?”

“What did you say?”

Marisa’s eyes widened.

I continued without batting an eye.

“If Mother’s attitude is truly dignified, then I’ll act the same way Mother taught me in High Society from now on.”

“What do you mean…!”

“Elder Brother would be so pleased. Wouldn’t he?”

I deliberately brought up David, whom Marisa feared most.

Marisa’s face turned red and blue, and then,

“Ha, forget it!”

She turned around abruptly.

“What’s the point of talking to you? Getting into an argument over mere doll clothes—how utterly childish!”

Then she left as if fleeing.

She must have been quite angry, as her stomping footsteps sounded very fierce.

‘Look at her, maintaining her pride to the very end.’

I glared at Marisa’s retreating figure before stopping.

I was concerned about Isabel.

‘…What about Isabel?’

I fidgeted with the doll clothes in my hands and glanced sideways.

Isabel had a look of deep contemplation on her face.

…What? Did I make some kind of mistake?!

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