She Became My Friend’s Mother-In-Law - Chapter 99

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Chapter 99. The Truth Only Rosena Doesn’t Know

Everything was a scheme orchestrated by Cecilia.

When she decided on the trial, the first thing that came to mind was this.

‘The Osburn side won’t just sit still.’

Count and Countess Osburn, who murdered her parents.

And their daughter Rosena, who inherited that same blood.

They were people who could trample on human lives without a second thought.

Laying hands on Michel and Sandy would be no problem at all for them.

‘Then there’s only one answer.’

Hide the witnesses beforehand, before they could make their move.

‘Tell the information broker. Have him select a trustworthy man and plant him in the Osburn household.’

‘Someone with a sturdy build who wouldn’t shy away from dirty work.’

The person who went in was Simon.

He was someone who specialized in physical labor for the information broker they were currently using.

“Yes, my lady. We received word from Simon. Michel and his sister are safe.”

Wendy nodded as well.

There was a bandage stuck to her cheek.

It was a trace of the minor burn she had suffered when Rosena attacked her recently.

Seeing this, Cecilia made a pitying expression.

“Wendy, you should have just told Rosena directly. There was no need to get hurt like this.”

Revealing Michel’s existence itself had been part of the plan.

However, she hadn’t anticipated that Rosena would push Wendy’s head toward the fireplace.

She felt upset that Wendy had gotten hurt because of her.

“Oh, it’s fine.”

Wendy herself smiled cheerfully.

“If I had said it too directly, it would have been suspicious instead.”

“You really are something, Wendy.”

The two looked at each other for a moment and laughed pleasantly.

After telling her to make sure to apply the ointment.

Cecilia turned her gaze back to the window.

Rosena had already left her spot.

Only the maids were gathered in small groups, tending to the garden.

‘Rosena…’

Had she asked why she was digging up old matters?

Ironically, the one who had spilled all those ‘old matters’ with her own mouth.

Had been Rosena herself in the previous life.

‘Count and Countess Panning, you see. My father made them that way. Thanks to forging the will in advance, we lived well off the county’s wealth.’

As the buried memory surfaced.

Cecilia unconsciously gripped the window frame tightly.

Father and mother.

Coachman Jang.

And even his children – herself, Michel, and Sandy.

Everyone had become victims of tragedy because of Osburn’s greed.

‘I’ll pay them back in kind, no, several times over.’

Cecilia quietly made her resolve.

* * *

A few days later.

“Hah, I really thought I was going to die.”

Evan returned to the capital after finishing his labor.

The scene at the Duke’s Mansion when he returned with his exhausted body was quite a sight.

“You cannot meet the Dowager Duchess right now.”

Knights were grimly standing guard in front of Elise’s room.

“Um, Young Duke, you need to see this…”

On the front page of the newspaper the servant handed him was a large article about Count Osburn’s murder charges.

“…Ha.”

Evan entered his room, threw off his coat, and frowned.

To face this kind of news when his fatigue hadn’t even subsided yet.

His head was throbbing.

“What the hell is this about?”

He glared at Rosena, who was sitting on the sofa.

“Your father is on trial for murder charges? You really do all sorts of things.”

This was truly absurd.

Of all things, his in-laws, when he was the heir to Hays, turned out to be a family of murderers.

“A murderer’s daughter, and you’re still walking around this house with your head held high? If you had any shame, you’d leave on your own.”

But even at Evan’s verbal abuse, Rosena didn’t bat an eye.

Instead, she looked up at her husband leisurely.

And opened her mouth with a shameless expression.

“That’s all fabricated.”

“What?”

“It’s something Cecilia schemed.”

“Ha.”

Evan let out a hollow laugh.

She still seemed to lack understanding of reality.

“Does that make sense? Is a retrial a joke?”

“Don’t be so sensitive, Evan.”

Rosena shrugged her shoulders.

“That girl Cecilia is just flailing around uselessly right now.”

Evan’s forehead creased deeply.

Flailing around uselessly.

The Cecilia he had seen all this time was a meticulous and frightening opponent.

There was no way the stupid Rosena could win against her.

“Don’t think about pulling any tricks, just leave this house nicely while—”

“Evan.”

Rosena shook her head.

“If I leave, do you think Cecilia will really leave you alone? She told you to pay back 7,000 crowns too, didn’t she?”

“…”

At those words, Evan shut his mouth tight.

He recalled Cecilia’s eyes when she had personally visited the labor camp and brought up the debt.

Watching Evan, who couldn’t say anything, Rosena giggled.

“See, I’m the only one on your side after all.”

“…Do you really have some kind of plan?”

Evan asked with still suspicious eyes.

“What exactly are you going around doing?”

“This crazy thing.”

“So by what means—”

“The person Cecilia put forward as a witness.”

Rosena leisurely interrupted.

“Is in my hands.”

“A witness?”

“That’s right, a very important witness who will validate the evidence Cecilia presented.”

Today too, Cecilia looked busy giving instructions to the servants.

She was probably doing everything in her power to find the missing Michel.

The image of Michel crying while trapped somewhere in a basement came to mind.

A smile naturally spread across Rosena’s lips.

“Without a witness, she’ll lose badly in this lawsuit, and then next…”

“Next?”

“Cecilia, harboring resentment from her defeat, finally tracks down the witness who had fled and kills him. The world will be horrified by the Duchess’s cruelty. That’s my plan up to this point.”

“Oh my.”

Evan’s eyes widened.

When had she finished calculating everything to that extent?

It was chilling enough to give him goosebumps.

Meanwhile, Rosena slowly rose from her seat.

Approaching Evan, Rosena grabbed his tie and yanked it.

“Ugh!”

“So Evan, you just wait quietly.”

Rosena’s hand slowly traveled up along Evan’s body.

“I’ll make you a Duke. Just sit back and receive it.”

Rosena looked straight into his eyes and added in a low voice.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

* * *

Meanwhile, at the secret hideout outside of Brisen.

“Sandy, did you take your medicine?”

“Yeah.”

After dinner, Michel carefully looked after his younger sister.

Sandy nodded and let out a deep sigh.

“Brother, but how long do we have to stay here?”

“Uh, well…”

Michel awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

The decision to hide here had been thoroughly discussed with Cecilia.

Above all, it was for Sandy’s safety.

But Sandy was still too young and fragile to know the whole truth.

“I want to go home quickly. We haven’t even been in our new house for long.”

For Sandy, who knew nothing, she could only complain.

Michel lightly patted his sister’s head while clearing the dishes.

“Just bear with it a little longer. The ceiling was leaking, so we had no choice.”

“Hmph…”

Comforting his sulking sister wasn’t an easy task.

Nevertheless, Michel couldn’t stop smiling.

This moment felt like nothing but a dream.

Until just recently, Sandy didn’t even have the energy to complain.

She had severe coughing fits several times an hour.

But now, thanks to the medicine Cecilia had obtained, her coughing had almost disappeared.

“Fine. I’ll go finish my studies.”

Her physical condition had recovered so much that she had things she wanted to do on her own.

Michel watched fondly as Sandy took out a thick book from the bookshelf.

《Etiquette Manual for Fine Ladies》

It was a textbook that compiled etiquette for ladies entering high society.

It was a gift Cecilia had personally given to Sandy, and it was her treasure number one these days.

“I’m going to become a wonderful lady like the Duchess. What do you think, brother?”

“Well…”

Michel wrinkled his nose and shrugged his shoulders.

“I think that might be impossible.”

“Brother!”

Sandy hit his arm with her small fists.

Michel laughed heartily while letting her harmless punches land.

Even so, he thought to himself.

‘Sandy, I’m sorry, but the Duchess is…’

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