She Became My Friend’s Mother-In-Law - Chapter 115

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Chapter 115. Will You Not Regret This?
The door opened.
Cecilia slipped quietly inside.
“You’re still awake?”
As she approached, she caught sight of the glass in Rainer’s hand and her expression soured slightly.
Seeing this, Rainer couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
“Don’t worry—I’m not intoxicated.”
“How could I not worry? You’re sitting here doing this alone.”
“Then will you join me in drinking?”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
Cecilia grumbled as she snatched the glass from his hand.
Rainer surrendered it without resistance.
She opened the door and set the glass down in the Corridor.
Watching her hurry back with quick, light steps,
Rainer’s lips curved upward in a smile.
Cecilia, noticing this, shot him a disapproving look.
“Why are you smiling?”
“No reason.”
“You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”
“No.”
Rainer answered curtly.
He truly hadn’t meant to tease her.
The tangled thoughts that had been clouding his mind moments before
had grown strangely hazy the instant Cecilia opened the door and entered.
The way she snatched his glass and grumbled with that displeased expression—
that small, trivial moment somehow warmed his heart.
And so, without thinking, a smile had bloomed across his face.
“Don’t smile.”
…
“I said don’t smile.”
Cecilia narrowed her eyes and approached the desk.
Then she extended her hand toward him.
“Come on, stand up for a moment.”
“Pardon?”
“Hurry. I said stand up.”
Rainer gazed at her for a moment, then reluctantly rose to his feet.
Cecilia took his hand and led him toward the Sofa.
“If you keep sitting in one place, you’ll only have more thoughts to dwell on.”
The two of them sat side by side on the Sofa.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Cecilia slowly brushed the back of his hand.
“Your heart feels quite lonely, doesn’t it?”
Rainer’s gaze lowered.
He nodded quietly.
“…Yes.”
“Of course it does. The goal you’ve pursued your entire life has ended like this.”
Rainer exhaled softly.
“At first, I thought I’d feel nothing but relief. But now that it’s actually happened, I don’t know what to do anymore.”
“Rainer…”
Cecilia’s hand touched his cheek.
Rainer quietly surrendered himself to her touch.
As she caressed him slowly, his eyes gently closed.
“That doesn’t mean you’re empty inside.”
“…”
“Revenge was certainly a major goal in your life, but it wasn’t everything. You still have so much life ahead of you.”
At those words, Rainer’s eyes opened again.
Before him stood Cecilia, gazing at him with an unwavering gaze.
“You can discover new things going forward—things that will fill your life.”
“…How?”
“Well, I don’t know the method right now either, but…”
Cecilia tilted her head slightly and smiled.
“Why don’t we find out together?”
She gripped his hand more firmly.
“I’ll be by your side from now on.”
“…Won’t you regret it?”
“Regret?”
“You took my hand initially for revenge, didn’t you?”
“…”
“Now all that remains here is an empty shell of me. I’m afraid you’ll lose interest and abandon me.”
“Lose interest?”
A playful smile spread across Cecilia’s lips.
She leaned closer and whispered softly near his ear.
“It’s fine. You’re actually quite an interesting person. Especially your face.”
“What?”
Cecilia burst into laughter.
It was half a jest, but not entirely untrue.
She took quiet pride in her husband’s handsome features.
Simply gazing at him was more captivating than anything else.
Of course, that wasn’t the only reason she stayed with Rainer.
Cecilia brought his hand to her cheek.
“So, I have no intention of letting go of your hand now.”
At the sight of Cecilia’s smile,
the hollowness that had weighed upon Rainer’s chest grew slightly lighter.
A certainty seeped in—that I was no longer alone.
“Cecilia….”
Rainer gently brushed his thumb across her skin.
Cecilia’s eyes slowly closed.
Their breaths drew gradually closer,
and their lips were about to touch—
Bang!
In an instant, the door swung open roughly.
Startled, Cecilia and Rainer instinctively pulled away from each other.
“Oh my. It seems I’ve interrupted something.”
A slurred voice followed immediately after.
Evan stood at the doorway, grinning widely.
The way he scratched the back of his head was utterly shameless.
“I was trying to close the door, but the wind just blew it open.”
He casually tapped the door frame.
Of course, it was a lie.
After all, one should knock before entering someone’s room—it’s basic courtesy.
But there was no time to concern ourselves with propriety.
Evan strode boldly inside.
Rainer’s eyebrows twitched.
“I haven’t given you permission to enter.”
“Come now, what does such formality matter between father and son?”
Evan spoke with false familiarity.
Each time he opened his mouth, a strong stench of alcohol wafted out.
Cecilia and Rainer’s expressions hardened simultaneously.
Just as at the funeral, Evan was still intoxicated.
Rainer wrapped his arm around Cecilia’s shoulders and asked coldly.
“What brings you here?”
“Ah, well, you see….”
Evan deliberately paused, glancing around the room.
His gaze swept across the books on the study shelves, the fine decorative pieces, and the heavy furniture.
A smirk played at the corners of his mouth.
“Now that Grandmother has passed, shouldn’t we settle the inheritance?”
“…Inheritance?”
Cecilia, listening from beside him, spoke up incredulously.
“Evan, today was the Dowager Duchess’s funeral.”
“And?”
But Evan merely shrugged his shoulders and added with shameless audacity.
“In times like these, the faster we settle things, the cleaner it is. I thought the Lawyer would announce the will today, after all.”
“…Hah.”
“I am a legitimate heir as well. What’s the problem with a person of rights speaking their mind? The dead are dead, and the living must live.”
Cecilia found herself momentarily speechless at his brazen attitude.
Of course, she had no interest whatsoever in Elise’s personal assets.
She felt no regret over her death either.
She didn’t care if Evan took every last coin.
But the problem was his demeanor.
“Evan.”
Cecilia regarded him with a look of contempt.
“Do you know Jeremy is suffering?”
The child often searched for his parents even in his affliction.
It was only natural instinct to long for one’s parents.
Rosena was beyond help, but I had intended to show Jeremy to Evan at least.
After all, he was still the boy’s father.
Yet since the incident, Evan had not once sought out Jeremy.
He merely spent his time outside, dallying with other women.
“Your own child longs to see you, and where are you? How dare you come now speaking of money first?”
“Ha, my child?”
Evan snorted derisively.
“My child, indeed.”
“How can you speak so―”
“Too much? What is? After all, he’s the child of a murderer.”
The air froze instantly.
Cecilia’s face turned cold and rigid.
Rainer’s gaze grew heavy and fell.
But Evan continued to smile wickedly.
“Tell Rosena to take that thing away. We’re divorcing anyway.”
“What? Rosena is currently―”
“What does it matter? His body is weak anyway, and he’s not worth keeping as my son.”
How could a father speak such words?
Unable to contain herself at his crossing of the line, Cecilia raised her hand.
It seemed only a blow across that cheek would quell the fury rising within her.
But in that moment―
Crack!
A dull sound echoed through the Study.
“Agh!”
Evan cried out, clutching his nose.
His body staggered before he collapsed ungracefully onto the Sofa.
“R-Rainer!”
Cecilia cried out in shock.
Before she could react, Rainer had already thrown his fist.
Evan stared at Rainer with a dazed expression as he straightened his cuffs.
“Did you just… hit me?”
Then something warm trickled from his nose.
Evan wiped it away absently with the back of his hand, and his eyes widened.
“This! My nose—I’m bleeding!”

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