The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 227: Lady of the house

"Speaking of which, my lady, since Sir Canillas already returned home, will we return to Barasca soon?" Lucy asked, full of expectation, to go back to Barasca as she got her blood boiled to face all the maidservants in her master’s residence in the capital.

She could not let herself curse them more, as she could not let her heart be blackened because of those witches and be a witch like them all.

Joanna wanted to ask Lucy for confirmation if Canillas did go back home. She also wanted to know if he happened to look for her, asking for her condition. But she held back, as she could not let others think that her husband was home but did not come to see her.

Joanna was not sure, but she thought that knowing Canillas’ affection for her, which she believed was known by others, it was impossible for him to go back home but not ask for her condition and where she was about.

But why did he not come see her? Joanna wondered.

What happened to Canillas? Did he not go see her because he saw her with Marvin? If so... No. Joanna did not want to direct her thoughts there. Her husband was not a kid, as he said. He was a broad-minded person who would not think inappropriately about her and Marvin, as they had brought up that topic before as well.

Then why did he not see her? Was he that busy that made him not able to spend a little bit of time to see her? If he did not want to disturb her with Marvin, was it really no time available to wait until Marvin left?

"My lady..." Lucy called out as she found her young lady did not answer her question but just stared off into space in the mirror. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Yes?" Joanna was back from her stupor, focusing her gaze on Lucy through the mirror.

Glancing at her young lady, Lucy repeated her question, as she was sure that her young lady had not heard her before, pushing aside her curiosity about what made her young lady lose focus.

"Well... Yes, we will return to Barasca soon." Joanna masked the knot that twirled in her mind with a small smile, a small that did not reach her eyes.

"Please tell all the staff here that I want them to gather in the back garden tomorrow morning. No exception. All of them," Joanna commanded afterward, which made Lucy’s visage turn bright, defeating the brightness of the sun that would shine in the morning.

She could not wait for that group of witches to get pale and was unable to sleep with this news.

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As the night deepened, laying on the bed under the cover of a thick blanket, Joanna still had her eyes wide open.

Having her eyes fixed on the white ceiling above her, which was painted in the warm glow that illuminated from the blend of the flames in the fireplace and candles, her mind had been fixed on the information that had been shared by Lucy.

She still wondered why Canillas did not come to see her when he was at home. Deep down, there was something that had disturbed Joanna’s mind, but she could not decipher what it was.

Nonetheless, she had made up her mind that if Canillas did not return home by tonight, she would push aside her ego, executing her plan to ask her father the next day whether he knew anything about her husband.

As she made her mind while hoping for nothing unwanted to happen to any of her family members, Joanna was startled by the sound of the clock chiming in, remarking the coming of another day.

Letting out a heavy sigh as she turned to lay on one side of her body, Joanna faced the closed door that had become her habit for the past five nights.

Five nights. Realizing how many nights had passed since the incident, another heavy sigh escaped Joanna’s lips. Joanna fixed the blanket as she thought about that, pulling it until it reached her nose, leaving her eyes to fixate on the mahogany door of her room.

The bandage on her neck had been removed by her uncle this evening. Through her observation in the mirror, a scar ran about two inches on the left side of her neck, but gratefully there was no pain left.

The scar was certainly obvious on her fair skin. Nonetheless, she had no worries for the scar would remain there, as she knew how to make the scar fade away. Aside from that, her uncle had also prescribed an ointment that he claimed to have a great effect on the removal of the scar.

Making herself busy with another thing to play on her mind for the main reason that remained the same for these past five nights, Joanna thought of what to do in the morning to discipline all the staffs of the de Lara in the capital’s mansion.

Joanna was aware that the lack of the presence of the main lady of the house made the occasion of what had been reported by Lucy prone to happen. It was also unavoidable since the de Lara’s mansion in the capital was seldom to be occupied by her father.

Nonetheless, even when her father was in the capital, he would not have time to do meticulous inspection around the mansion as he had a lot of duty to do that would make him spend less time in the mansion.

She could not mention herself to have obligation for that matter as she realized that she could not engage more in the de Lara’s household, remembering that she was a married woman whose surname was not de Lara anymore. Thinking of the fact that was inevitable for women who had married made Joanna feel gloomy.

However, even if she had not married, the role of the lady of the house would never forever be hers, as it would be taken over by her sister-in-law, the wife of her brother, Phillip de Lara, if he happened to marry one day.

Thinking about that, Joanna sincerely prayed for Phillip to find a kind lady who truly loved him to marry so that she would take care of her family and de Lara’s household wholeheartedly.

As her mind wandered about her brother and who the lucky lady that would become her sister-in-law was, Joanna suddenly had her heart skip a beat. Holding her breath as if to sharpen her senses, particularly to let her ears work properly to catch anything that she heard just now, not knowing why she had to do that, Joanna closed her eyes.

In the blink of an eye later, there was a clicking sound of the doorknob, followed by the creaking sound of the door open.