You Think I Won't Talk? Chapter 283

It was odd to their eyes to watch and unbelievable to their ears to hear.

The youngest of the Sylfinnier household suddenly cried out her faults, holding carefully her sister’s hands to show her guilty doings to their father.

It was now Theressa who trembled and who held her head low. Ashad to look at her baffled family eyes for she was aware of the misbehaviour she had committed.

"... Will you also tell why you have done this, Theressa?" — Without letting surprise divert his attention from the matter at hand, Orland questioned, lightly softening his voice’s harshness.

Solely so his child would talk further whilst feeling bewildered.

"... I..." — Lifting her head to peek at her Father and then her sister, Theressa mulled over what to say.

The reason was clear in the young child’s head. Nonetheless, when eting her sister’s eyes, so similar to her father’s, clarity beca cloudy... and her certainty about the motive couldn’t be found to answer.

’I don’t know.’ — Shocked at herself, Theressa thought while she felt Marianne’s hand squeezing hers with deep support showing in her hues, where sothing so different to what she believed there was had appeared.

’To her... Why do I keep... Behaving like this against her...’

Many thoughts crossed her head before stating such doubt in an echoing mind.

The words of her mother, the concealed treatnt she knew Paul gave to Marianne, the hate... She now did not know from where it ca from, nor why it was born...

Theressa in her confusion, dealt by the unexpected reactions from Marianne... was now deeply perplexed by her contradicting feelings.

"I..." — She repeated lowering her head again, unable to put her words in order.

"..."

A shared silence was held by Marianne and her Father. And it was at the shake of his eldest daughter’s head that t Orland’s gaze which made the Duke beco more confused... Just as well as Theressa, who heard a little jingle of the chosen child’s hair decorations as the supportive weight of her forehead leaned on her head.

’Don’t say it now.’ — Secretly Marianne told Theressa. — ’You seem to not even know why it is... Shorty.’

Giggling to herself she called the youngest sibling by nas, trying to lift the mood of the tense situation.

’Why...’ — Puzzled the youngest thought.

’Why Marianne?’ — Her father joined. Glancing at his youngest who was as confused.

"... Alright. It seems it is not the ti... Theressa. Stand and return to your chambers as you were told... Clean your fair visage, child... Even if I am upset, your tears will always pain ."

"Yes... yes, Father... I am sorry..."

Lifting her chin, Orland observed the shut lids that released more streams. Restraining from further affection as he still held suspicions over her truth, and continued to look at his eldest daughter.

"Marianne... I want you to go inside and rest. Tears also fell from your eyes... Whatever happened, we will discuss it once both of you are truly calm."

’Okay... I’ll have to co up with sothing.’

Aiding his children to stand, Orland caressed their arms and glimpsed at their youthful hands... that kept hold of each other even after standing with difficulty.

Releasing her hand from her father’s, before Theressa gave the step to leave as he had instructed, Marianne dried the tears her Father didn’t from her sibling. srizingly calm and gentle as she observed the surprised youth.

’... I’ve been too nice already... I’m even helping you look less ugly, Theressa... You should start changing your mind at this point.’

Making fun of herself and Theressa, the foreign child did as she never had. Caressing the cheekbones to dismiss the drops and lightly fixing the hair of stronger red her little sister possessed to say a warm... Yet also wicked and secret farewell.

’Alright, your wig is ready to go, hehe~... Sigh, she’s very short. It’s bad since it makes her look cute... Annoying too... I was right calling her chihuahua.’

"...Um... I-I shall retire..."

"Go on."

"Miss, let escort you." — Theressa’s bodyguard offered.

"Ah-ah... Yes."

Bowing to her Father and sister, Theressa started her way, glancing back nervously. Only to see the woman staying behind watch her steps warmly as she drifted away.

Apparently rude in her words, Elizabeth hid her real kindness from Marianne who still felt conflicted about letting her little sister go on her own. However, giving Theressa a light push on her back, gently so she could resu her steps and break her outstruck, the whole of Marianne watched her leave along with the other silent bodyguard and prepared to write in the notes she carried, sothing that would surprise her father further.

[ Father, Theressa was truly shaken. Please, I ask you to be lenient when talking to her. ]

"... Yes... I am aware, dear..." — His gaze left the stack to watch her, stroking her cheek as he continued. — "Yet you are too kind, Marianne... Your hand... Let see it, my child."

Taking her hand carefully as she reluctantly showed it, Orland saw how red had settled in her white skin. Even welcoming a bit of rash over its smoothness.

"Sigh... How strongly did this child hit you?! This can’t... Goodness, I...!!"

’I am enraged! These children... Just how much am I to learn about them from here on?!’

Pained by how dark the future looked at these first sightings, Orland did not know what to do with himself at the irritation.

[ I am fine. ]

"... No... No, you are not... You shouldn’t be, Marianne... You shouldn’t..."

Unable to restrain a deep frown to erge, the Duke told his child.

"Your siblings should respect you. Hence, this is not fine..." — He then added, to conceal his real anings.

’I know you’re not fine... You keep lying... You keep hiding it from ... You shouldn’t..... But... It is my sole fault.’

"Go inside now, sweetie. Let’s not talk about this now. Yet the Prince... I shall take him with . That tea... He is to drink it with as you need to rest."

"... Is his grace not in need to rest? As it is I believe I should take my leave–"

"You’re not going anywhere." — Glaring at the Prince who didn’t even care to look him in the eye while he spoke, Orland interrupted Zeleskiaz in front of Marianne, whose eyes opened wide at her Father’s indifference to the Prince’s authority.

’Really, mister. You–’

"You will take your tea... And have a nice talk with as I told you before. Prince Zeleskiaz. MY GUEST."

’Uff... blessings to you, kinky. Mister is in a bad mood and he chose you, I guess. To lash at, heh.’

Mischievous as she witnessed the fake smile her father portrayed, Marianne forgot her awe at the Duke’s bluntness and mocked the Crown Prince who was now to endure the rage Orland has been indubitably controlling.