(2) Living as the Villainess Queen

Chapter 234

After Flora took her leave, the maid, who was assisting Dana by her side, must have also felt the tension in the air for she too promptly left the room. Only the mother and the son were now left in the glasshouse.

Dana started to trim the bunch of the flowers on the table with a scissor. As Enoch watched his lady mother continue on with her work without giving a look at him, a faint sigh escaped from his lips.

Since young, he had always thought that his lady mother was the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world and such an opinion of his hadn’t changed a bit, even after he had become a father of his child.

‘Jin is without doubt the one and only daughter of my mother.’

Jin truly was the spitting image of his mother. No one would ever deny them being related as a mother and a daughter, when they saw them together.

“Mother.”

“Fortunately, my hearing hasn’t worsened just yet.”

“Did you know that Jin was coming?”

“No.”

“I thought you did and that’s why you met with Flora today.”

“I couldn’t refuse her when she had already come all the way.”

“Perchance… Have you called in Flora like today every so often?

“Why is it that you think I did?”

“… I thought you were quite fond of Flora.”

Dana lightly chuckled at his assumption. “And are you fond of her?”

“There’s no reason not to be… I only meant that I was grateful for her being Jin’s friend.”

Enoch had omitted that he was especially grateful for Flora being such good friends with his rather extraordinary sister. Even though she was his little sister, he couldn’t deny that she had a spoiled disposition.

“Perhaps your definition of friend is quite different from mine.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“My dear son. I guess you still have a long way to go in honing your judgment of character.”

‘What of Flora?’

No matter how hard he thought about it, Enoch couldn’t quite figure out the hidden meaning behind his lady mother’s remark.

‘Could it be that mother… detests all Anikas?’

Enoch did not bother to voice out his doubt as he knew his mother would never give him a clear answer anyway. She had always been that way. Even when he had sought her out for advice on a seemingly intricate task, she never tended to give him a clear-cut solution at once.

It was only after he had beaten his brains out for his own solution, his mother would give him an even pragmatic solution and put him in despair. At times, he felt like he could never catch up to her no matter how hard he tried.

But all those trivial complaints he had against her, were more of the fretful grumblings of a son to a mother. Enoch had a high regard for his mother more than he could ever love her, except just for one matter.