She Became My Friend’s Mother-In-Law - Chapter 77

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Chapter 77. The Decisive Move (2)

“Why are you asking that?”

Harry frowned.

It was due to a familiar unpleasantness.

‘I thought I’d be free now that His Grace has married…’

Harry let out a deep sigh.

What could he do?

It was because his superior was far too impressive for his own good.

He clicked his tongue and added,

“Please refrain from personal questions about His Grace. It won’t help your father’s business either.”

“Oh my, I didn’t mean it that way.”

Tira’s eyes widened.

Tears were already welling up in her eyes.

“I asked because you two look so perfect together. I hope to have such a family someday too.”

“Good grief…”

Harry swallowed a sigh inwardly.

Having dealt with most of Brisen’s unmarried young ladies,

This pattern was all too familiar to him.

The way they tried to naturally cross the line by disguising it as curiosity and admiration.

“Young Lady, I understand your feelings, but”

Harry spoke with his emotions carefully controlled.

“Please refrain from inappropriate questions. There’s no need to stir up unnecessary trouble, is there?”

“Oh, of course.”

Tira nodded.

“I was being thoughtless.”

Despite her words, her gaze still lingered on the Duke’s Mansion.

Even now, the three of them would be having their conversation in the drawing room.

‘Hmph, they’re excluding me.’

She knew it wasn’t a place she could join anyway,

But the mere fact that she couldn’t be with Rainer was irritating.

“Excuse me.”

Tira spoke to Harry again.

“How did His Grace and his wife meet—”

“Young Lady.”

Harry’s voice became firm.

He had no intention whatsoever of falling for any more nonsense.

“Please return home now. I’ll escort you to your carriage.”

“What? But before I go, I’d like to see His Grace—”

“You have other appointments, so it would be difficult.”

Harry didn’t bat an eye at Tira’s disappointed expression.

She ultimately had to turn away without any significant gain.

“…”

And there was someone watching this scene from a distance.

* * *

“Really? Those people met with a commoner businessman from the New Continent?”

Margaret immediately reported what she had seen to Elise.

From Rainer calling the businessman,

To the meeting in the drawing room where even Cecilia was present,

And even the businessman’s daughter’s blatant interest in Rainer.

“His Grace’s aide looked absolutely disgusted. Even I could see her interest was intense.”

“Hmm.”

Elise sat elegantly on the sofa and picked up her teacup.

She couldn’t understand why women clung to Rainer so desperately.

In her eyes, he was nothing more than a lowly bastard.

‘But now…’

The fact she had never acknowledged would now become an excellent weapon.

“If my husband gets caught up in a dirty scandal,”

Elise laughed softly.

“That thing’s face will be worth seeing.”

A commoner from the distant New Continent.

She had plenty of use value.

“So, what kind of person is this businessman’s daughter?”

“Her appearance was flashy, but her speech and behavior seemed quite reckless. Her dress was also too revealing and frivolous. I don’t know if it’s New Continent fashion or what…”

“That’s even better.”

A slow smile spread across Elise’s lips.

The more vulgar and shabby the mistress,

The more Rainer’s status would plummet.

And it would leave a stain on Cecilia’s reputation as well.

“A clever woman would only be inconvenient to use.”

Elise put down her teacup and slowly stood up.

As she approached the window and slightly parted the curtains, she could see the businessman and his daughter boarding their carriage.

The first thing that caught her eye was indeed the dress that could hardly be called modest, just as Margaret had said.

It was obvious who the peacock-like adornment was intended for.

“She’s certainly more useful than Rosena.”

Elise chuckled.

“Call that girl over soon. Without Rainer knowing.”

Just how long could they keep up their act as the perfect ducal couple?

At the thought of destroying that, a vile smile was already forming on Elise’s lips.

* * *

A few days later.

Rainer, who was out on business, was passing through the marketplace.

Harry was giving him various reports from beside him.

“Your Grace? You’re listening to me, right? You are listening, aren’t you? Your Grace?”

“Of course. I’ll buy you one too.”

“I knew it! You were thinking about something else!”

As Harry jumped up and down, Rainer chuckled and continued walking.

He was planning to stop by the snack shop that Cecilia liked.

“Oh my!”

At someone’s voice, Rainer stopped in his tracks.

Looking down, he saw a handkerchief lying at his feet.

And the owner of this was—

“My goodness, Your Grace. We meet again.”

Tira stood there with her face flushed bright red.

“Ah.”

Rainer merely nodded indifferently.

Normally, a gentleman should pick up the lady’s handkerchief,

But he showed no intention of doing so.

“Oops, how careless.”

Harry, who had poked his head out from the side, quickly picked up Tira’s handkerchief.

Disappointment flashed across Tira’s face, but that wasn’t his concern.

‘You understand. He’s originally someone who doesn’t know how to treat ladies.’

Rainer was still cold toward women outside his interest.

Cecilia was the only exception.

“Then please go safely.”

Rainer moved his steps forward.

His attitude was as if the woman in front of him was invisible.

“W-wait, Your Grace!”

Tira urgently called out to stop him.

It felt too regrettable to let him go like this.

She wanted to say something, anything, to keep him there longer.

“I, I heard about it. The bet that the Duchess proposed to my, no, to Father.”

“And so?”

“To be honest.”

Tira said, forcing a smile onto her face.

“Even someone ignorant like me thinks it looks a bit reckless. Buying distribution rights at three times the price.”

A slight sneer crept into the end of her words.

An herb known to grow only in the New Continent being discovered elsewhere.

And of all times, next week?

No matter how she thought about it, it was an absurd story.

‘Well, if it makes Your Grace disappointed in the Duchess, that would be something to be grateful for.’

She was thinking of going one step further here.

“If you need it, I could speak well to Father for you.”

Tira carefully added.

“If it’s my word, he might lower the distribution rights price a bit more for you.”

“I appreciate the gesture, but why such an offer?”

“If I could be of even a little help to Your Grace, it would be my honor.”

Tira bowed her head slightly.

Due to her posture, her deeply cut neckline stood out prominently once again.

Harry, who was beside them, couldn’t hide his embarrassment and cleared his throat while turning his gaze away.

“…”

Rainer looked at Tira silently.

What calculations were hidden behind her words disguised as goodwill.

He could read it all too clearly.

“There’s no need for that.”

Rainer said firmly, cutting her off.

At the unexpected reaction, Tira looked up with a bewildered expression.

Seeing that foolish face, Rainer smiled briefly.

“My wife is a wise person. Even more so than me.”

“But…”

“And I trust my wife’s judgment.”

Tira was momentarily at a loss for words.

This was the first time she’d met a man who expressed such firm trust in his wife.

All the men she had met so far were busy going on about how boring and noisy their wives were.

“Then I’ll be going now.”

Rainer turned around without any further lingering.

It was clear he meant there would be no more conversation.

“…”

Tira stood frozen in place.

Even though she was wearing a dress much more glamorous than when she went to the Duke’s mansion last time.

She felt as if her pride had been miserably trampled.

‘Just wait and see. Do you think I’ll give up like this?’

She returned to the Seymour Hotel with gritted teeth.

Slamming open the suite room door, Tira opened her mouth.

“Naijel, I have a favor to ask—”

“T-this is terrible, Tira!”

Naijel stood there unable to even sit on the sofa, his face drained of color.

In his hands was a newspaper.

Tira frowned.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That Duchess was right.”

Naijel’s voice trembled thinly.

“In the Kingdom of Herdin… that herb has been discovered!”

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