i hid the duke's daughter | completed

Chapter 28

"What, Duke of Neidhart?"

In response, Pierre was sober.

"Are you in trouble again?"

"What do you mean by an accident, why are you talking like that?"

Even in a bitter answer, Marion gulped down her dry saliva.

Frankly, there are a few issues that point out.

"Are you trying to belittle the last visit to Neidhart's townhouse?'

The grasp of the letter envelope gave me strength.

'No, you already said that once. So is there something else wrong?'

But no matter how hard I think about it, I can't think of any other reason to send a letter from Neidhart.

When Marion was having a hard time.

"......Rion."

"......."

"Marion!"

At the voice calling me, Marion raised her head.

Pierre was staring through Marion.

"Read the letter quickly, what are you doing?"

"Oh, yes."

In that irascible voice, Marion opened the envelope with an unwilling touch.

'I have something to say about the matter between Nicholas and Miss Bianca. So Baroness Eaton, upon receipt of this letter, please come to Neidhardt's Townhouse.'

Marion, who read not so long sentences, took a deep breath.

If it were the usual Islay, it would have been arranged in advance before being called to the townhouse.

I had the temper to be polite as much as I drew a line to others.

But now, Islay has ordered him to come to the townhouse immediately.

'......You seem very angry.'

And the problem with Nicholas and Bianca?

I think you're talking about the commoner girl who fought with Bianca and Nicholas.

'My son said that the Duke had sided with Nicholas.'

Marion looked back on what Nicholas said.

Islay, who witnessed Nicholas and a commoner girl fighting each other, said he immediately gave the girl a good scolding.

Although I don't know why Islay stopped by kindergarten.......

'Of course you came to see your nephew. Because Nicholas is the Duke's only nephew.'

Marion had no doubt in that way.

But why is it? The reason why it makes my spine cool.

Marion looked back at Pierre, frowning.

"Wait a minute, I think I need to talk to Nicholas."

–

Marion walked swiftly across the hall, opening Nicholas's door.

"Nicholas."

"Oh, Mom!"

Nicholas, who was lying at an angle in bed, looked at his mother and rejoiced.

Nicholas, who was surrounded by a blanket with a fluffy pillow, was being cared for so gently that he could be mistaken for a seriously ill sick man.