[✓]My Fiancé is in Love with My Little Sister

Chapter 58

Translator’s note:
This picture might help you understand which parts of the pocket watch are described in this chapter. Enjoy.

8 – The End of The End – 4

 

I got on the carriage that was waiting nearby and let out a big sigh. The fact that my lips were trembling wasn’t the fruit of my imagination. When I closed my eyes, I couldn’t help but remember a lot of things. The more you tried to forget things, the more you recalled them. And so, it was inevitable for me to think of Maurice whom I had said my farewell to just a moment ago.

I made way too many cruel memories in my repeated lives. If you asked me whether the steward left a strong impression among them, the answer would be no. ... ... ... However. When I carefully thought back on it, I realized that he actually was indirectly my ally.

He didn’t demonstrate it clearly, but when something happened, he pretended to completely side with my parents while trying to prevent me from being blamed... didn’t he? For example, in this life, when I tried to prevent my mother’s suicide and father accused me of being the one who hurt her. It was certainly the steward who picked up the knife mother had used to slit her own neck and who showed it to father.

That’s not all. He was also the one who brought Silvia there.

Maurice called the doctor who was looking after Silvia to have me examined as I was injured.

At that time, Silvia came along the doctor on her own initiative. However, maybe Maurice purposely brought that child with him.

That day, I was in a so-called state of agitation, my violent emotions overwhelmed me and I cried out loud my true feelings that had been buried deep in my heart until now. I asked why no one would love me. I was too stirred up emotionally that, had things continued like this, I don’t know myself what other words I would have left escape my mouth. I might have poured out my pent-up resentment and grudge against my parents, or maybe even uttered profanities that make one wants to cover their ears. But that would have been betraying myself. That would have been the same as denying all the efforts I had earnestly made to become a lady, ... ... ... denying all my lives up until now.

I can’t also exclude the possibility that father or mother would have said something that would have driven me into a corner again. I’m just imagining these possibilities, but to sum them up, it wouldn’t have been strange if someone had said something back then. The person who appeared at that time was Silvia. Thanks to the voice of that child who didn’t read the room, thanks to my little sister who appeared as if she was gently drifting in the air, father regained a little bit of his composure. I can still hear her gentle voice.

However, for me, it was something really saddening. It’s a fact that the craze of that place which was in a state of excitement vanished with my little sister’s entrance. Maybe, if Maurice truly cared even a little bit about me... Then maybe, I think he may have brought Silvia for my sake. I ended up thinking that.