I Became the Younger Sister of a Regretful Obsessive Male Lead Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

To be honest, I sotis felt guilty whenever I saw Doggy in his human form.

I thought maybe the na Doggy was a little too much, but I’m a little reluctant to na him Oscar. Was it okay to na him sothing else?

Wouldn’t it be better to give him a na that has nothing to do with the original plot?

As I was worried all alone in one way or another, I heard a knock.

“Master!”

I murmured quietly as I watched him rudely open the door first.

“It’s Doggy again today.”

Oh, I don’t think I can change his na for now. What if it sticks?

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Back in the mansion, the Duke ran straight to see . I curtsied towards the Duke appropriately as I learned in class.

“Long ti no see, Duke.”

“…How co you won’t call Dad?”

As I grew older, the Duke also aged the sa way.

However, he looks like he aged well like a fine wine with his increased grandeur.

But I had a lot to say about what I had realized earlier.

This situation is not the most important right now.

The reason why I didn’t call him anything besides his title is because of the Duke’s attitude towards Lucian and because I knew about his pain better than anyone else.

I know all of his pain from reading the original work, but none of the other characters knew of his painful past.

This was because the previous Duke kept his romantic history a strictly guarded secret.

The only one who knew that was a retired butler, and the other was the Duchess, but she didn’t know the depths of it.

And even if he was my godfather, my late father wasn’t exactly regarded as family.

I tried to be careful because I wasn’t their real family.

But this ti it went too far. I looked at him with conviction.

“Your Grace the Duke, I heard that the letters I sent to Brother didn’t arrive. Perhaps Your Grace intercepted them, or that they didn’t reach the Duchy at all? I don’t think you would do sothing like that. I would like to believe so.”

“……”

Oh, I thought Lucian looked only like his mom, but he actually looked like his dad.

How co people in this family kept their mouths shut whenever they’re at a disadvantage?

“I was so upset that I thought Brother had forgotten . And you said I only needed to go to the south for a few months. Don’t tell you still haven’t caught the kidnapper yet? It’s been seven years.”

With drenched clothes and even with cotton fists, a K.O. was still possible.

Even if my attacks weren’t all that powerful, if I kept hitting the sa spot, I could even break rocks with eggs.

That’s just how much quiet facts really hurt.

It just so happened that the Duke and I were the only ones in the room. Because the Duke wanted to be alone with .

I held the standing Duke’s hand and led him over to the sofa.

And talked in a calm voice.

“Duke.”

“Yes, my daughter.”

I brought up what I wanted to say to the Duke, who still looked at with sad eyes.

I couldn’t talk about the past because I was too young when I left. Although I grew up long ago and had a different ntal age, I was still a child on the outside.

“You know better than anyone that you can’t go back if you’re too late.”

That’s how you lost your Liam. So you can’t make the sa mistake this ti.

“And Brother is Brother. He is not anyone else.”

So, you make it up to him before it’s too late.

Otherwise, there may be no turning back forever.

The Duke beca silent due to what I said. But his eyes shook violently.

I said it in a roundabout way, but I’m sure he understood what I was saying.

Seeing Lucian being so close to the Duchess, I felt hopeful.

So if the Duke could open up a little, wouldn’t the three of them be able to stay together as a family now? I sincerely hoped so.

The Duke was staring at in silence for a long ti.

Maybe because he was looking for my father in my features. After a while, he quietly stood up from the sofa.

I didn’t think it would be easy to right all the wrong things at once.

Little by little, it’s just a little change I’m looking for. I glanced at the Duke leaving the room with a look of anticipation.

Obviously, if he understood what I was saying, he would have been slightly different.

Then he grabbed the door knob and suddenly turned his head.

“My daughter.”

“Yes, Duke.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Yes…”

What should I say? I am so nervous. The Duke looked genuinely sorry.

Oh, did I say it too late?

If I had told him sooner, would he have changed his attitude toward Lucian? Would the Duke have been able to escape the past as soon as possible?

I suddenly felt guilty even though it wasn’t my fault. ‘I should have said it a little faster,’ I said to myself, but I felt like I was stabbed in the back by the subsequent words of the Duke.

“I’m so sorry, my daughter. We weren’t able to catch the kidnapper.”

“…What?”

Of course I thought he’d talk to about Lucian.

But what do you an by ntioning the kidnapper?

“And I’m sorry for intercepting the letters. My daughter, would you be willing to call Dad again if there were so circumstances for my decision?”

No matter what the circumstances were, you didn’t tell the truth in the span of 7 years?

The suffocating emotions of pity and sympathy were gone. I couldn’t seem to follow the direction of the story he is talking about anymore.

At my puzzled expression, the Duke showed only a little smile and then went out of the room.

“…What does he an by that?”

I muttered to myself in bewildernt, but there was no one who answered .

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Pedro walked down the hall with a stiff face after he left Rachel’s room. He understood exactly what she was saying.

“How did she know.”

It’s safe to say that few people knew how he felt.

The only one who knew that was the dedicated butler of the previous Duke, who had already died.

“But there is nothing I could do about the letters.”

I’m sorry Rachel, but I couldn’t help it. As the days went by, my son’s eyes beca strange.

Sotis, he would stare blankly into the air with a gaze full of madness, and this sight overlapped with the Duke’s old self.

When he was crazy about Liam.

So he needed to perform a test. It was to separate them for seven years.

A long ti was long, and a short ti was short.

Would Lucian wait for Rachel if he didn’t hear from her?

Did he really love Rachel? And what if that wasn’t the case?

Then, just as the Duke hurt Liam, his son would also just hurt Rachel, too.

There would be two generations of people who would leave scars on people from the sa family… and they were father and daughter.

It was unbearable. That’s when he’d take his own life. But now, there were only two reasons for having been alive so far.

For his family and for Rachel.

Pedro owed Liam a lot. One way I wanted to make it up to him is that I wanted to raise Rachel beautifully so that she could have a happy wedding with the man she truly loved.

He wanted to let her live without worrying about money for the rest of her life.

But Lucian.

His son.

Now rather than Lucian resembling the previous Duke, he was afraid Lucian was going to hurt Rachel in the sa way that he hurt Liam.

His father destroyed not only Pedro, but also Liam.

The previous Duke shared this matter with the previous Count Elrand, and the Count, who heard it all, similarly abused Liam.

So Pedro let go of Liam’s hand first. He betrayed Liam first. But he couldn’t even live properly.

While causing pain to the people around him, Pedro took care of himself first.

He was the shaless one who prioritized his forced engagent before his true love.

But when his son, who he thought looked like my father, looked at Rachel with the sa eyes as him, he was after all…

“For the first ti, I thought he really is my son. At that ti, I had no choice but to admit that we have the sa blood in our veins.”

Pedro stopped while reciting the answers he couldn’t tell Rachel.

He could see outside through the window of the hallway. Servants gathered in the garden with yellow roses looking troubled.

Pedro shifted his gaze to see what they were looking at. Standing in front of the small tea party that seed to have ended a long ti ago, Lucian was touching sothing preciously.

Brushing the rim of an empty teacup with his fingers, he quickly took the teacup and disappeared.

Until he left his seat, the servants couldn’t begin to clear the table. Pedro took a step again.

He had no choice but to admit it again. That Lucian was his son.

A madman’s love was still love. But Pedro knew it himself.

How dangerous and empty it was.

And the other person would get hurt. He thought that he needed to try and stop it by all ans.

Entering the office, Pedro went to his desk and opened a secret drawer hidden deep inside.

He carefully opened the precious silver locket that he had hidden in there.

He looked longingly at the face that appeared between the locket’s doors that opened from side to side. It was a locket that Liam and he had ordered so they could think about each other even when they didn’t see each other often.

And this was the only trace of Liam that hadn’t been taken away by the previous Duke.

Pedro caressed the image with an expression full of longing. Liam was smiling, his face completely unchanged.

“I can’t let your daughter go through the sa path as you.”

How sick and tired he was of it all—of the na ‘Leon’.

“You don’t have to worry too much. I’ll take care of her.”

Unable to take his eyes off the painting, Pedro murmured.

Look at this, son.

This could never be love. This was not love. It’s a disease filled with obsession and possessiveness towards the other person.

It’s an incurable disease that could never be cured.

Not even until death.

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