I’m The Male Lead’s Biological Daughter, But I Want To Live With The Second Male Lead! - Chapter 50

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Episode 50
The moment Mabel asked her question, Siegmund knew what was coming.
‘Here it is.’
He’d always known a day like this would arrive eventually.
Mabel believed Caesar’s words without question, which meant she still thought Siegmund was in love with Sophia.
He’d intended to correct that misunderstanding someday, but it seemed that day was today.
“Sit down first. This will take a while.”
At Siegmund’s resolute words, Mabel swallowed hard, her face tense with anticipation.
If Siegmund said he loved Sophia so desperately that he couldn’t bear to watch her fall…
‘Then I’ll pack him a lunch and persuade him!’
Jack could make the lunch.
If necessary, she was even willing to learn the Punch technique from Ella to set him straight.
‘You are the head of this house. Stop loving another man’s woman and think of your family….’
I know you’re a pure romantic who’s never been in love before, but it’s time you came to your senses….
Mabel sat on the sofa, recalling the arguments she’d prepared in advance.
Siegmund, seated in the place of honor, opened his mouth with an expression more grave than she’d ever seen.
“Listen carefully, Mabel. I hate your mother….”
Mabel swallowed and fixed her gaze intently on Siegmund’s lips.
Then he continued.
“I despise her.”
“…I’m sorry?”
“I despise her. Beyond mere dislike—I abhor her.”
“…I beg your pardon?”
“I’m sorry to speak ill of your mother, but this is the truth of my heart.”
Siegmund’s expression as he spoke was utterly grave.
As if there were no falsehood in it whatsoever.
“You’re lying!”
Yet Mabel could not believe him.
“I’m sorry, Mabel. I know how much it must hurt to hear such things from me—”
“No, that’s not it! Why would you despise my mother? You love my mother!”
Mabel leaped from her seat, cutting off Siegmund’s pained apology.
The child’s pupils trembled from the shock.
As if the world had turned upside down.
No—the world truly had turned upside down.
‘Because in the novel…!’
Siegmund was a Secondary Male Lead.
This wasn’t mere idle trivia about the lore.
He had truly acted the part of a devoted Secondary Male Lead, giving Sophia everything.
But now he claimed to despise her, not merely dislike her?
Mabel was so shocked that she couldn’t speak properly, only her lips trembling.
“Sigh.”
Siegmund, watching Mabel’s reaction, rose to his feet with a small exhale.
A faint sound.
Did I openly contradict the head of the household’s opinion too much?
Is he angry now?
Mabel, whose mind was too tangled like a knotted thread to spare attention for her surroundings, belatedly tried to gauge his mood.
But Siegmund’s tone remained as it always was.
“If you won’t believe me, I’ll show you proof.”
“Proof…?”
“Yes. Once you see it, you’ll understand my feelings.”
Siegmund immediately began unbuttoning the shirt he wore.
“Eeek?!”
Mabel gasped in shock, covering her face and stumbling backward.
“H-Head, are you a pervert?!”
Why on earth was he suddenly undressing?!
As Mabel turned away in bewilderment, Siegmund spoke.
“Stop spouting nonsense and look properly.”
At that moment, Mabel felt as if ice water had been poured over her panicked, racing heart.
Because Siegmund’s voice was fractured with anguish.
‘There’s something here.’
Sensing it instinctively, Mabel lowered the hand that had been shielding her face and turned away.
The night was dark.
Clear moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, and candlelight—lit brighter than usual for the child—flickered in the stillness.
And there, between the light and shadow, stood Siegmund, and on his shoulder blade…
“That’s…… a mark?”
The realization struck Mabel so hard she froze where she stood.
Siegmund, forced to expose the weakness he’d hidden to the end, clenched his teeth in what looked like anguish.
“Yes. This is the Slavery Mark.”
Perhaps memories of that time had surfaced.
The muscle where the mark lay trembled faintly.
“And the person who branded me with it was Sophia—your mother.”
“That’s…… impossible.”
Mabel pressed both hands over her mouth and stumbled backward, finally sinking onto the sofa.
Siegmund said nothing more, but Mabel understood now.
Why he’d obeyed Sophia’s every word like a dog on a leash.
Why he’d surrendered his own research papers and credited her with his achievements.
Why, even knowing she was the one who’d stolen his research materials, he’d never had her hunted down—all of it.
Siegmund, having adjusted his clothes, exhaled deeply as if drawing a long breath.
“The Seal that Caesar modified was probably real. Because I was branded with one that had been altered in that very way.”
His face bore the weight of unspeakable agony, humiliation, and…… a despair that could never be washed clean.
“Now you see. I don’t love Sophia.”
Having steadied himself, Siegmund spoke the words with absolute certainty.
Mabel could no longer deny what he was saying.
At the same time, a chilling thought flickered through her mind.
‘This…… this never appeared in the novel.’
Siegmund hadn’t done everything for Sophia because he loved her—he’d simply been her slave.
This was a truth that upended everything she’d believed about the story’s lore.
‘Then what I know about the novel…… might not all be true.’
But if that were the case, what exactly had filled her mind back then?
If those story details weren’t the truth of this world, if they weren’t the future that awaited her…
‘Am I…… really a Reincarnator?’
Now Mabel found herself drowning in this very question.
And strange was the word for it.
‘I don’t remember anything about my past life—not who I was, not how old I was, not how I lived.’
Yet somehow, concepts from the Modern Era surfaced in her mind with perfect clarity.
Nylon, stockings, sunglasses, chemical formulas—even the modern-day descriptions and vocabulary scattered throughout novels, the names of real historical figures and their great achievements!
She had no trouble understanding any of it.
‘So I assumed I was a Reincarnator…’
But when she thought about it, this very concept of “Reincarnator” itself came from the Modern Era, didn’t it?
‘But if that’s not it, then what am I?’
Her breath seemed to come faster, shorter.
“Mabel?”
Her thoughts were too much to bear—her breathing too rushed.
“Mabel!”
Through the gathering fog of her consciousness, she heard Siegmund’s urgent voice.
A paper bag was clutched in his hand as he moved to her side.
“Hah—huh—hwee…”
Only then did Mabel realize she was hyperventilating.
Thanks to Siegmund’s quick thinking, she managed to steady her breathing, though she broke into a fit of coughs.
“Are you all right? I expected you’d be shocked, but I didn’t think it would distress you this much.”
A large hand slowly stroked down her back in apology.
Even in her confusion, Mabel shook her head.
Siegmund had done nothing wrong.
He was the victim of something terrible that Sophia had done to him.
‘And yet the Duke has been so kind to me…’
She recalled how much joy she’d found since coming to Duke’s Castle.
Now her breath caught for a different reason entirely.
“Hm…… uh…”
Seeing Mabel’s breath grow ragged once more, Siegmund continued to stroke her back gently.
“Calm yourself, Mabel. It was long ago. It has nothing to do with you.”
Siegmund spoke as though he had read Mabel’s mind, offering her the words she needed to hear.
Yet even this kindness weighed on her like guilt.
“I’m sorry, I’m… I’m so sorry.”
Even as she gasped for breath, Mabel apologized desperately.
It made no difference whether Siegmund insisted otherwise or pleaded with her to stop.
“I’m truly… sorry…”
“Mabel, Mabel!”
Eventually, her eyes glazed over as she continued her endless stream of apologies until consciousness slipped away.
“Dain, Dain! Bring me a physician! Now!”
Alarmed, Siegmund called out urgently to Dain.
Already standing by, anticipating that something might go wrong, Dain rushed out without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Siegmund held Mabel tightly against him, breathing in shallow, ragged gasps.
Seeing her collapsed like this cut far deeper than when the Slavery Mark was burned into her shoulder.

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