Go back to your room and all you have to do is sleep...
It was, but Mary couldn't sleep at all. The more I think I need to sleep, the less I get my thoughts together. I said I shouldn't think about it in the first place, but I don't think about it, I don't think about it, and I don't sleep.
Patrick was talking about, the circumstances that make the Federa men desperate.
Though I affirmed I was sick of it in front of everyone, I didn't think of it as any other HR on the inside. Because Mary has had an affair with Patrick again, too. Patrick was familiar with his childhood and had no love or romance with him, but friendship. So it's not like Faydella's political marriage...... but it would be the same if we thought it was meant to be.
Besides, it wasn't weird having a wife in another house after I broke up with Patrick. Fortunately, my parents and brothers respected Mary's will and accepted my marriage to Addy, but not in the same way in other houses.
I was able to break the situation because, for one thing, my parents took care of Mary's will.
... and would have had the credit of supporting Alicia myself.
I did not know that I supported the stripped princess, and when she and Patrick were bound, I withdrew. - Forget the truth, that's what the world thinks -
As a result, the Albert family became, after the royal family, a house lined up to the royal family, capable of forming a strong bond.
From the parents' point of view, the feat Mary brought is more valuable than a political marriage.
"... but that's because I had memories of a previous life"
Potty groaned, and Mary slapped her pillow with a bosom.
The faces of the Fadera men surrounding themselves disappear. I guess I was desperate to be forced to marry someone I don't know them or their face. That the solution is to praise and dictate to women and to sit on their lovers' seats.
How blessed I am compared to their situation.
"I guess I'm sloppy after all...... If it's sloppy and I'm the heir..."
Is that acceptable? Assuming that happens, my chest hurts, considering how my brothers feel. No, what would the brothers do if Mary was the heir in the first place...
My thoughts still haunt me, and now I don't have Addy to listen to me. At last, I don't want to go to sleep like this.
If she had no choice, Mary exhaled deeply, weaving the cardigan she had left hanging in her chair left the room behind.
It was Lang's room we headed for. It continues next door to Lucien's room, and only Lang's room can hear a few people talking with the lights leaking out of the door gap.
The dreaded Mary knocked on the door and slowly opened it.
There was Lang, the owner of the room, and Lucien. Roberto and Addy are also there. There was a liquor bottle and a glass on the table, apparently talking as he sipped the liquor before bedtime.
They round their eyes as if they were surprised that Mary had come...,
And the next moment, I hid the instructions I had on the table all at once.
Suspicious, rather than suspicious. Mary unexpectedly wrinkles between her eyebrows and stares at their hands as she follows the hidden instructions. But Addy called me by name, and when I went indoors, I sat next to him.
For one thing, we're behind on the manual. I'm not in that mood right now.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?
"I can't sleep a bit... What were we all talking about all this time?
Mary talks to Addy in a deceptive manner, hesitating to talk about her strays.
At that moment, tension ran indoors.
Lang turns to the room with a dry laugh and Lucien drops her gaze on the book at hand. Roberto looked out the window and Addy stood up and fled to the corner of the room, "Prepare your tea".
Mary asked them to roar, "Tell me," to their reaction, which no longer passed suspiciously. But the more I don't know who to ask, the more blatantly they are all turning away from Mary.
"Brother Lucien, what the hell were you talking about?
"Oh, that's... It's serious... it's serious..."
"Is that it? I don't know about that. Then tell me, Brother Lang."
"Okay, I'll tell you if Mary says so much. We were having a meeting to reduce Addy's height!
"Conference to Reduce Addy's Height!?
Mary gives a voice to Lang's unclamped statement out of his mouth.
Then if you turn your gaze to Addy, his face, which was preparing Mary's share of tea, is blatantly stuck.
"Addy, you were in a meeting to reduce your height!?
"Why by virtue of the subject matter...... Oh yes......!
Addy affirms in a bitter voice. - By the way, behind Mary's back, Lang and the others are putting silent pressure on Addy, but of course, there's no way Mary would notice -
Hearing Addy respond, Mary shrugged inadvertently, "You're approved..."
Even though it's a hell of a story about a meeting that reduces a person's height, it's attended by people who can shrink. Then Roberto pushes back, "It was an incandescent meeting".
"Oh yeah... good if you approve Addy... it's not even about me pinching my mouth... right?
"That's why we were alternating Addy's meetings to reduce Addy's height, but what happened to Mary? Can't you sleep?
Mary mumbled at Lang, who looked worried.
Lang isn't the only one, Lucien also comes staring at Mary. The two faces are Yin Yang True Reverse, but they still both guide Mary.
Stared at by those two, Mary whispered, "Just thinking..." He's such a weak voice that I'd be surprised myself.
"If I were to be the heir... no, I would be the heir, not the 'what if'. I'm doing my best to be. But I wonder what your brothers would do if I were to succeed them..."
"Us?
"If I were to be the heir, of course, but your brothers wouldn't be. I knew that... but I didn't think about what was ahead..."
I had never thought deeply about what would happen to my unbequeathable son.
Even when it comes to inheritance fights in one bite, the destination varies.
Those who could not succeed, but became one arm of the Lord and supported the house, some were adopted into branches and other houses. Now there will be those who like to live free. Some may reopen to the outing to take their own path of success.
But there must be a lot of people who end up unwillingly. Those who thought they could be heirs were turned upside down at the earthen pit, so I can't say in a complicated word all over my chest.
Some of those who were plotting to surround Mary and become lovers would have been repeated that if they were meant to be heirs. The inheritance struggle is tough, especially if it's Faydela with many sons.
Am I trying to make my brothers walk that way?
Are you trying to plunder the chair that either of your brothers should be sitting on from the side?
At the end of the day, the brothers may have to choose an unwilling path.
Think of it that way and Mary's chest boils with sorrow.
"What would your brothers do if I were to be the heir? I wonder if he's going to his son-in-law's house somewhere where he doesn't even know his face..."
Even if you can't succeed him, even if Lang and Lucien are the sons of the Alberts. Like Mary when she broke up her engagement to Patrick, the fringe would come like a mountain. Exactly. Again. You don't have to be desperate to dictate Mrs. Good Family and be a lover.
... but there is no love anywhere in that end. I don't even know if I have a friendship.
Besides, it wouldn't be possible to have all twins and son-in-law. Lang and Lucien, who have been together ever since birth, are separated, and even Roberto doesn't know what will happen.
"When I'm the heir, my brothers will fall apart unwillingly...... Because of me, and I..."
I use cowardly memories.
That's what she said, and Mary mumbled.
Exactly. I can't talk about memories from previous lives here. Most importantly, I can't tell you, even if you keep your mouth shut, that makes you feel guilty. How easy would it be to spit it out from one to ten straight away?
If Mary leaned over with confusion and breathlessness, Pong and her hand rode on her shoulder. It's Lang. Lucien rubs his arm so he cares about Mary, too.
"I can't believe you thought about us so much. Mary's so sweet."
"That's not true, I'm just trying to take your brothers' chair off the way..."
"I can't take it away from you. If Mary decides to take over, we'll be more than happy to support Mary. We're twins, so we can be both arms instead of one arm of Mary."
"Really? Are you going to support me by my side? Wouldn't you like to son-in-law to a woman who doesn't even know her distant face for the sole sake of profit, or to be the lover of Madame Extra?
"Oh, of course. We're by Mary."
"Brother Lang..."
Impressed by Lang's words, Mary's expression regains its brightness.
What a dependable brother you are to be by your side unchanged. The same is true of Lucien, who smiles and smiles gently.
Yin and Yang are brothers of a nasty and troublesome character, even though they are true and opposite. But my love for Mary is real, and this is still superior to my sons of my age, out of the group. When you're in diplomacy, you behave like you don't want to pull, and when you're in the family business, you show your father the arms in line.
Those two support me closer than anyone else. In the words, Mary felt the corpse that was boiling in her chest disappear.
"Brother, if I were you, you would support me on the side."
"Oh, of course! And..."
"And?"
Mary shines her eyes in anticipation and waits for Lang's continued words.
He laughed when he told me to leave it to him to tell him how Mary felt like that.
So loudly,
"I'm going to ask Mary's child to say 'I love Uncle Lang'!
And declared.