A Stepmother's Marchen-Chapter 38
Chapter 38
In the two years since I married, none of my family came to visit me, they didn’t even contact me.
It would have been weird for them to check on their daughter that they literally sold, but there was a reason for them not to; my husband strictly blocked them.
Since my husband died, it would be strange if they didn’t come.
Even if my father, who was crazy about gambling and fighting, paid off his debt in return for selling his daughter, his habit couldn’t go away. As for my mother and brother, they couldn’t forget the sweetness of a fortune they once tasted.
My mother wanted me, who had become a widow, to remarry the person she wanted.
My family wasn’t concerned with me or my children’s safety.
Now that I’ve no intention to have a contracted lover like in the past, I’ve had to cut off my ties with them.
“I am sorry about what happened last time. I got a little carried away… ..and you were a little out of line.”
Unlike Lucas, who constantly chatted while I sat expressionless without saying a word, my mother looked at me with a stiff face.
To be exact, she was staring at the luxurious gown and jewelry I was wearing
The same bright green eyes as mine flashed with bitterness. I couldn’t believe this kind of person gave birth to me.
“How can you not respond when your brother apologizes?”
Sure enough, my mother’s voice was full of dissatisfaction, which made me want to laugh.
“Ah, mother, I’m fine……….”
“What’s fine?! It’s impolite. Do you think that position is entirely yours? Who let you sit in that position? A woman who didn’t even know her place, still dares to stick her nose in the air?”
“Oh, mother. Don’t do that. Calm down.”
Looking at the dramatic actor, I wondered why I didn’t feel such an unnatural and chaotic atmosphere in the past.
At that time, I didn’t feel this indifferent and cold atmosphere, and even though she was never warm to me before, I used to feel weak whenever she cried even after talking badly to me.
It would be a lie if I said that my heart wasn’t affected by their games, but I was desperate to get out of the distrust.
Why was our relationship so complicated? A family that made me suffer from a contradictory clash of emotions and struggle to cut all my ties with them. But now, for me, the children are the only family I have.
As I kept my expressionless face without saying a word, my mother stopped huffing and quickly changed her tone, “It’s because I’m upset, because I’m upset! I’ve only seen my daughter after two years, and she doesn’t seem to care about her poor mother…”
“Get out.”
There was a pause for a moment. As my mother and Lucas stared at me, doubting what they heard, I said in a tone that felt terribly similar to Jeremy’s even as I listened to it with my ears, “I thought I’d hear what you were going to say, but it seems a waste of time. Mrs. Ighoeffer, you were the first to agree to my marriage, so you’re the one who no longer has anything to do with me. I’m sure you’re hoping for something, but I’m only the owner of the house temporarily, so I have to keep everything and give it back to the children. Don’t spend money to come here and stay with your son, whom you love so much.”
While I was talking, Lucas’s face turned red, but he seemed to have managed to restrain himself, perhaps because he was conscious of the presence of the knights outside.
But my mother couldn’t. The teacups on the table spilled over, and the next moment her strong grasp held my hair!
“You ungrateful little brat, who gave birth to you and raised you?! A whore who luckily rolled in couldn’t even recognize her mother.”
Boom!
Whatever swear words my mother was trying to spit out next, it was cut off by the knights who rushed inside without warning and one of them violently crushed her upper body on the table.
“Madam, are you all right?”
I nodded, and tried to fix my scattered hair. Without paying attention to my screaming mother or frozen Lucas, the knight who was looking at me asked again, “How do you want us to dispose of her?”
“What are you doing? No, hey, knight, what’s with the disrespect?! I’m your master’s mother! I’m the grandmother of the children in this house!”
“Shut up.”
At the sound of a snarling knight with his sword pulled out, my mother quickly calmed down.
I gestured for the knight to let her go and I raised from my position, “Mrs. Ighoeffert, don’t ever come back again. One more thing, if you get close to my children, then you’ll be in more trouble than you are now.”
At one time when I was young, I loved her so much and longed for her affection, but now the old saying that blood is thicker than water is ridiculous.
What did I hope for letting her get inside? I knew this was going to happen anyway….
After finally being released from the iron-like knight’s hand, my mother sat down on the floor and gasped for air, then she began to wail.
Lucas, who moved quickly while she sobbed, knelt on the floor and grabbed my gown’s hem. I raised my hand at the knights approaching to pull him away and tilted my head slightly.
“Shuri, my sweet sister, please don’t abandon your mother. She was just upset. I told her not to do that. You know what kind of person my mother is. It’s hard, but I think you’re turning a blind eye to it.”
“Hey!!!”
It was then that a great shout of an unexpected figure rang out of the blue.
It went without saying that I, who was standing with a cold expression, or Lucas, who held onto my clothes and begged, or my mother, who was crying as if the world was over, flinched and turned our head at the same time.
