I’ll Be the Heroine’s Competent Divorce Partner - Chapter 67

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 67

‘What should I do.’

Emotion washed over me like a tidal wave.

That’s right.

Isabel no longer turns away from her own heart.

She was moving forward directly to seize what she wanted.

The kind female protagonist I had cheered for deep in my heart, who never gave up hope.

Now that female protagonist was standing before me.

I was so proud of her that……

“So, there’s something I’d like to ask of you, Miss.”

“What is it?”

“If Mother or the Viscount Scofield’s daughter comes wearing that necklace.”

Isabel’s eyes curved into a smile.

It was a clear smile like the autumn sky.

“Please pretend not to know and point it out, Miss.”

“Me?”

“It wouldn’t look good if I were the one to point it out.”

That cheerful voice was truly pleasant to hear.

I answered with a grinning eye-smile.

“Alright, just trust me.”

* * *

A few days later.

For some reason, Marisa handed Isabel an invitation.

“Here, take this.”

It was an invitation to a charity recital.

A famous pianist, Matthew Paul, was said to be performing.

The host was House Scofield.

Since the current Viscount Scofield and his wife were staying in their territory, this charity recital was essentially being hosted by Catherine.

“……”

Her deep green eyes sank deeply.

To force the legitimate wife to attend an event practically hosted by the mistress.

Wasn’t the intention too transparent?

“Make sure to come. Do you understand?”

Marisa drove the point home once more.

Well, I had expected this since she took away the betrothal necklace.

‘How can she act exactly as I predicted.’

Isabel nodded with a bitter smile.

“I understand, Mother.”

But then.

“Oh my, what’s that?”

Elodie approached with quick steps.

Marisa’s face stiffened slightly for a moment.

“You’re here, Elodie.”

“Really, I came over wondering what you two were discussing so interestingly by yourselves……”

Elodie replied playfully and peered at the invitation Isabel had received.

Then she widened her eyes and raised her voice.

“My goodness, Matthew Paul is holding a charity recital?”

Marisa’s insides twisted for a moment.

If she had her way, she wouldn’t want to give Elodie an invitation.

Elodie was already quite perceptive.

If she were to figure out the real purpose of this charity recital……

However.

‘Having invited Isabel, it would be strange not to invite Elodie.’

And even if she figured out the real purpose, she probably couldn’t make a big fuss about it.

David’s affair was a secret known only to the family members.

If she raised an issue, it would ultimately be no different from tarnishing her own Elder Brother’s reputation.

‘It should be fine.’

Eventually, Marisa forced a smile and offered Elodie an invitation as well.

“House Scofield is holding a recital this time. Would you like to come too, Elodie?”

Then she added in a subtle voice.

“Of course, if you have prior engagements, it’s really fine not to come. You don’t need to force yourself.”

“Hmm.”

Elodie, who had been examining the invitation, smiled brightly.

“Matthew Paul is a really famous pianist, isn’t he? Opportunities to hear such a person’s performance aren’t common.”

Then she looked at Marisa with sparkling eyes.

“I’ll definitely go!”

“……Yes, House Scofield will be looking forward to it too.”

Marisa withdrew with a subtle expression.

As Elodie and Isabel were left alone together.

Elodie narrowed her eyes.

“Isn’t this a bit strange?”

“What is?”

“Holding a recital costs a lot of money.”

This was especially true given the performer’s fee.

So even decent noble families tended to be cautious about hosting such large-scale events.

“Moreover, if it’s a charity recital, they can hardly expect any ticket sales revenue.”

Since all profits from the recital would be donated.

Elodie furrowed her brow and looked back at Isabel.

“House Scofield – was it a family wealthy enough to hold a recital?”

Marisa’s Maternal Family, House Scofield.

In fact, it wasn’t a particularly famous or wealthy family.

Just a common provincial noble family you could find anywhere.

Elodie and David’s father, the previous duke, had stopped by House Scofield, a rural territory, for recuperation.

There, he fell in love at first sight with the young and beautiful Marisa.

Thus, he took Marisa as his wife despite the opposition of his retainers.

The marriage was conducted so hastily, like roasting beans over lightning, that rumors circulated secretly in High Society.

That House Scofield had deliberately arranged the meeting between the previous duke and Marisa.

Well, anyway, to return to the original story.

‘If they’re hiring such a famous pianist, they must be planning to invite quite a few guests.’

That meant they’d have to include the costs of entertaining the guests.

“No matter how generously Elder Brother supports the viscount’s daughter, I don’t think that would be possible.”

Elodie’s frown showed no signs of relaxing.

No matter how much David cherished Catherine, he wouldn’t have just provided the enormous sum needed to hold a recital.

Isabel also couldn’t hide her suspicious expression.

“Certainly… that is a bit strange.”

After a moment of contemplation.

Elodie relaxed her expression and shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, let’s go to the charity recital first and think about it then.”

“Yes.”

Isabel nodded and gave Elodie a bright eye-smile.

“It’s reassuring to have you here, Miss.”

“Oh come on, even if you flatter me like that, nothing’s going to come out of it, you know?”

Elodie replied playfully.

“Don’t say that. I’ve already received so much help from you, Miss.”

Then Isabel replied with a serious expression.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Elodie scratched her cheek for no reason.

“D-did I really?”

“You did.”

Isabel gave her a stern look once again.

Facing such an Isabel, Elodie suddenly thought.

‘I think Isabel and I have really become close friends, haven’t we?’

A faint smile appeared on Elodie’s lips.

It was a bright smile without a speck of dust.

* * *

And so time passed, and the day of the recital arrived.

Catherine stared blankly into the mirror.

A Lady adorned as splendidly as a single rose was looking back at her.

Red hair piled high.

Heavy makeup that added vitality to her beautiful face.

The dress that wrapped around her voluptuous body and flowed down like waves was a chemise dress that was currently all the rage in High Society.

However, Catherine’s eyes in the mirror looked rather melancholy.

‘…Could it be that His Grace doesn’t actually love me?’

Catherine lowered her eyes weakly.

A few days ago.

A brief letter had arrived for David.

The letter contained only a single line.

In Catherine’s mind, the devastating feeling right after checking the letter came back to life.

As if her heart had dropped far below.

That feeling of everything going dark before her eyes…

But then.

Bang!

The door opened.

Someone entered with impatient steps.

It was Marisa, elegantly dressed.

“Dear, are you ready… what are you doing right now?”

The voice that had started warmly immediately became sharp.

When they should be greeting guests right now, she was still sitting at the Dressing Table!

Catherine glanced back with a dejected face.

“Today’s recital… His Grace said he can’t attend.”

“So?”

Marisa asked back in puzzlement.

Then Catherine raised her voice with an aggrieved expression.

“How can you be so indifferent, Aunt?! My heart is aching so much…!”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————