The sickly youngest member of the villainous family

Chapter 5

That night, the hallway on the second floor where my room was, became quite noisy.

Because I started to have a fever.

Five people dressed in white rushed in, including the doctor I saw when I lost my mother. Maya stamped her feet with worried eyes.

It was the first time since I was born that so many people focused on me.

"How about this, Lady?"

The maids wiped my body with lukewarm water. My body was cold and I was shivering.

"I think....you seem to have a cold. You don't have to worry too much." The doctor who finished the examination gave his opinion. "She has a fever, but the symptoms are not severe, so I think she should take medicine and you should keep an eye on it."

What's a little surprising is that Duke Recardo, who hadn't been seen for a while...came right here.

Have you been busy these days? Why were you so late when mom died...?

"Have you ever caught a cold?"

Maya was overwhelmed when his cold gaze turned to her.

"That's....that's...." She stammered.

Even when I was in the midst of lacking strength, I writhed my hands and feet and shouted to myself.

'Don't bother Maya! It's not because of Maya! Dad is the worst!'

And at that time, the maid, who had a difficult expression on her face, reported to my father.

"Sir, the truth is..."

There were probably more than one or two employees who had seen the previous scene, so we couldn't pass it on as it is.

Recardo's eyebrows twitched as he received the servant's report.

"It was Othello?"

The maid nodded as if she was sorry.

Recardo frowned for a while before opening his mouth. "I will issue a sentence of imprisonment for one month. Go tell him."

The maid asked back with astonished eyes, "But your Excellency the Duke, the young Master did this by mistake, not knowing that the young Lady would be ill....."

"It is the discipline of Winchester to take responsibility for your actions." He coldly cut off the maid's words and turned to me.

I don't know what his thoughts are, but he seemed quite dissatisfied with the situation.

It's still like this, but if I squirm every day, I get seriously ill and it will be even worse.

There's nothing more upsetting than noticing when you're sick.

"Hah...."

Recardo, who sighed and frowned, placed his hand on my forehead.

His hands were so cold that I flinched and tried to turn my head. But the weight of his hand was too strong for me to shake off, so I had no choice but to look at him.