I’ll Become the Heroine’s Capable Divorce Partner - Chapter 40

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Chapter 40

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As the sun was slowly setting.

I returned to the Duke’s Residence, drooping like pickled cabbage.

‘Ugh, I feel like I met too many people today…’

The original Elodie enjoyed receiving attention from countless people.

But honestly, I much prefer lounging around at home.

“Oh my, Miss.”

Isabel greeted me with a welcoming face.

I ran toward Isabel with quick steps.

“Sister-in-lawww.”

Phew, my ultimate favorite.

The only healing that soothes my mind and body…

At the same time, Isabel widened her eyes as she looked at the bouquet in my hands.

“What are these freesias for?”

“Ah, I stopped by a flower shop today. Pretty, right?”

After answering like that, I gently held the bouquet right next to Isabel’s face.

Mm, as expected.

“Don’t these flowers resemble you, Sister-in-law?”

The vivid yellow color reminded me of Isabel’s bright golden hair.

Then Isabel suddenly stared at me with complicated eyes.

“Our Miss, what are we going to do with you…”

She muttered like a lament.

“Huh? Why?”

Bewildered, I asked Isabel back.

Then Isabel let out a deep sigh and shook her head.

“As I’ve told you before, Miss, if you’re not careful, you’re really going to make a lot of people cry.”

“…Me?”

“Yes.”

Isabel answered firmly.

I made a puzzled face.

“Why?”

When I asked as if I had no idea why, deep wrinkles formed on Isabel’s beautiful brow.

Then after pondering for a long time, she answered.

“Miss, you’re too… kind.”

Ah, perhaps.

Is she talking about that? Being a guilty person?

Acting kind for no reason and making people flutter carelessly?

But I had something to say about this part too.

“But I’m only kind to you, Sister-in-law.”

I answered confidently.

And Isabel looked quite troubled.

“Let’s just stop talking about this.”

She drew the line like that… but why?!

Well, anyway, I didn’t want to have a pointless argument about this issue either.

“You know, Sister-in-law.”

I looked at Isabel with sparkling eyes.

“Do you have time the day after tomorrow?”

“I have time. Why?”

“Go out with me. Please?”

That’s right, she’s a precious seamstress candidate.

Of course our designer should personally check her skills, right?

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Late at night when darkness draped like a curtain.

Count Disraeli, Richard, was leaning against his carriage, lost in deep thought.

‘To think the Princess would make a request about the poorhouse.’

Actually, whether the poorhouse people were being exploited or not had little to do with Elodie.

However, the Princess bothered to listen to the words of someone in trouble and stepped forward to investigate suspicious parts.

Moreover, there was the answer the Princess gave earlier.

‘If the investigation proves that illegal activities have occurred… what will you do?’

‘They should be punished according to legal procedures.’

Actually, Richard found that answer quite unexpected.

Honestly speaking, couldn’t she have used the victims’ weaknesses to gain benefits?

But the Princess didn’t do that.

She only wanted punishment.

This meant she truly requested the investigation out of good intentions.

Wasn’t this quite different from the public’s assessment of her being arrogant and extravagant?

‘Moreover, she asked to keep the informant anonymous.’

As if she was deliberately trying not to reveal her good deeds to the outside world.

And.

‘It’s nice meeting without masks.’

‘I hope we can meet like this again next time too.’

Strangely, those words kept echoing in his ears…

But then.

The carriage smoothly stopped in front of the Count’s residence.

Richard, awakening from his reverie, got out of the carriage and entered the Count’s residence.

“Have you returned, Count?”

The waiting butler took his outer coat and bowed politely.

Richard smiled brightly.

“Yes.”

At the same time, the butler flinched and stiffened his shoulders.

That was understandable, since Richard usually had a rather indifferent expression.

Such a bright smile was really rare.

The butler carefully asked Richard a question.

“Head of Family, did something good happen by any chance?”

“Well, something good.”

Richard’s smile deepened a little more.

“Discovering someone’s unexpected side… is quite enjoyable.”

With that cryptic answer, Richard left for his study.

Left alone, the butler watched Richard’s retreating figure with puzzled eyes.

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A few days later.

I led Isabel toward a certain hotel.

Before entering the hotel.

I casually spoke to Isabel.

“I think you should put on your hat now.”

“Ah, yes.”

Isabel put on the hat she had brought and lowered the veil to cover her face.

It hadn’t been decided yet that we would hire Abigail and all the seamstresses.

So I deliberately hid Isabel’s face.

“Shall we go then?”

Room 1215.

It was the room I had rented for about a month.

I had already prepared all the materials needed to make the cardigan.

Abigail, who had been sitting with an anxious expression, spotted us and quickly stood up from her seat.

“Oh, hello!”

“Please sit comfortably.”

At my words, Abigail awkwardly sat back down.

To help her relax, I smiled warmly.

“If there’s anything you need, please feel free to ask.”

“No, there’s nothing I need. Rather…”

Abigail gulped nervously.

“This is the first time I’ve touched such expensive fabric, so I’m a bit nervous.”

“It’s fine, so please work comfortably.”

“Yes…”

Her trailing words lasted only briefly.

Abigail’s expression became serious as she asked me a question.

“What kind of cardigan would you like exactly?”

“Well, I’d like something I can wear comfortably over an indoor dress. I’d prefer it to be loose-fitting.”

“Between a V-neck and round neck, which would you prefer?”

“I’d prefer the V-neck.”

After finishing her inquiry about the design I wanted.

Abigail picked up a measuring tape and approached me.

“Then let me start by taking your measurements.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Could you stand up straight? Please straighten your shoulders. Yes, like that.”

And so Abigail began moving busily.

She took measurements and began drawing a pattern on paper using a curve ruler and straight ruler.

Her hands moved with complete confidence.

Isabel watched Abigail’s movements intently without even blinking.

And finally, when it came time to start cutting the fabric.

“Your craftsmanship is truly excellent.”

Isabel offered sincere praise.

At this, Abigail’s eyes crinkled with a bashful smile.

“I’m nothing special. The other sisters are much more skilled than I am.”

“More skilled than you, Miss Abigail?”

Isabel’s eyes lit up like a hawk’s.

“I’d love to meet them someday if possible.”

After that, we met with Abigail every three days.

It was to directly observe the sewing process.

Watching the cardigan being completed quickly, both Isabel and I were completely satisfied.

I thought everything was going well.

Until one day when Abigail suddenly stopped coming to our meeting place.

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Abigail hummed a tune as she walked with light steps.

In the basket on her arm were ham, bread, and cheese wrapped in paper.

‘I should make sandwiches today.’

Life had never been as enjoyable as it was these days.

Since giving Mary the cough medicine, her coughing had completely stopped.

The children who had been eating well looked much healthier than before.

The expressions of the sisters, which had been dark all along, had also brightened considerably.

And the person who had brought about such changes was…

‘Lady Elodie.’

A radiant lady like a bouquet made of gathered spring flowers.

It was the first time.

Someone who listened seriously to Abigail’s words.

Someone who cared about various things so that her life could improve.

‘She must be from a good family.’

Although she had only revealed her name, it was obvious that she was of noble status.

That made it all the more surprising.

Until now, high-ranking people had never once extended a helping hand to them.

‘I hope she likes the clothes I’m making.’

If possible, Abigail wanted to continue receiving commissions from Elodie.

To work properly and receive fair compensation.

Through that, she hoped to feed and clothe the people she loved.

But then.

“Abigail.”

Just as she was entering the poorhouse, Abigail’s shoulders stiffened with a start.

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