After that, Rouge, who laid me unconscious in bed, went back to work like nothing had happened, and told the maid chief, "Dear Alice, have you been tired of studying for a long time, or have you fallen asleep? You might want to just prepare a night meal and take it easy on you," he reported.
The maid chief believed that report, smiling, and it was the next morning that my anomaly, which kept me asleep, was discovered.
Being just a toddler, I got a lot of shock in the wake of this Rouge case.
First of all, I can't speak the language.
Furthermore, reading and writing the letters caused panic.
Until then, studies that were extraordinarily accomplished compared to children of the same age also began to be graduated simply by educators trying to make them read and listen.
I was afraid of letters. Now I trembled at what horrible things were written.
I can't even look people in the eye anymore. It's because I saw Rouge's madly stained eyes.
I didn't even talk to anyone in the mansion, did nothing, and became apathetic. I couldn't dissipate a bit of rampant and crazy sadness and fear in my head, and it was the best I could do because it hid what was about to explode.
That's how my parents were bewildered by my daughter, who suddenly had a "severe depression disease". In particular, the disappointment of the mother, whose body was said to be less robust and the second difficult, was remarkable.
I just sprinkle my neck when I ask if something is wrong. I can't help but panic trying to comfort you and give you a read of the book I loved. Ultimately, I can be frightened just to get close. My mother made all sorts of efforts, but even my contact with my mother was painful at that time. I wondered when they would know the truth and when they would return their palms like Rouge......
There were only a few close people outside the family, but the closer they were, the more fear arose, and no.
Hold him tight, tremble, and keep him looking down, even when he speaks.
I talked to my doctor many times, but he finally threw me a spoon.
Such a daughter is, in general, a "sick daughter who cannot socialize reluctantly to study".
It was deadly as a nobleman.
I couldn't even take my daughter to the tea party anymore, and my mother narrowed her shoulders. That's how I tend to pull.
I blamed myself for totally failing to create a successor, one of my most important tasks as an aristocratic wife, even though I was told that I could only have one child.
Your father faced problems with his father.
If a successor is not primarily desirable, it is likely to be a disturbance involving relatives. So I was told to divorce and remarry immediately, or at least to surround my concubine and have children scattered around me. Some forced reluctant fathers to go around to socializing and meeting places. I guess your father couldn't say no in his position.
I never actually surrounded my concubine, but naturally my relationship with my mother contained cracks.
In this way, everyone was hurt and the upper family, unable to confirm their sincerity with each other, was completed.
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That woman, she's out of permission.
I burn in anger remembering a series of currents.
Besides, that fucking maid whispered and insinuated words about "dear husband" and "hateful wife" that would be poisonous not to be understood around her!
For example, I said to my father, "Your wife is in a situation where she can't even look... as she is..." But I said, "Why don't you keep your distance for once? Why don't you go out on a distraction?" I whispered.
To my mother, "Poor wife. Why don't you take a rest at your parents' house for once?" "My husband is still going out today... oh, ma'am, please don't cry," but it was an on-parade of what you would want to do to kill him.
Take this, two years.
Trace by trace with critical rhetoric you can't blame for being careless. But he was steadily trying to lead his parents to misfortune.
I never did it when there were other people.
But he no longer seemed to think of me as a broken doll, and he did it with dignity, regardless of his presence. I know the leap because of it, but I'm even angry.
This is the way to be obstinately obstinate.
That's how I spent my precious two years until I turned five. The air in your mansion had cooled down.
And small bodies that could not withstand such excessive stress frequently fall ill. I often went to sleep for a few days.
The maid jumped up when she woke up earlier and was surprised because she wasn't half way to sleep this time and had already fallen asleep without knowing what caused it for more than ten days.
"I am losing my temper to live. Maybe not anymore," the doctor said in disgust.
Well, we need to figure out how to shake ourselves as soon as possible anyway.
Firstly, it shall be shelved as to whether I am the real child of these parents.
I don't even know what to think.
Besides, there was no such thing as that paperwork, a hanko or a thumbprint. From the memory of my previous life, there should normally be such a thing as a contract.
I also think it was written in simple words so that I could pick up the contents.
Finally, even if being an orphan was true and had a contract, I don't think I could get it to Rouge, who is at least just a maid.
Next, do you want to tell me what you can talk about? I can't do this because if I suddenly fall apart on everyone in your mansion, it involves life and death.
If I found out I could talk about that day, Rouge would try to kill me with any hand he could. I don't know what I can put in my meal or tea.
Besides, that fucking maid used to come to my private room when I went to bed.
I pretended to be worried all around me, but on the pillow, I came for the first time in words. And he was deliberately frightening me with those crazy eyes and having fun.
That's the situation, so there's a chance they'll attack your sleep.
The next step is how you deal with your parents. I think I should settle this with your father first before your mother.
Because my mother is already deeply ill. If my mother, who did not have this about family change, sees her leopard daughter again, it may be the only thing that drives her crazy.
You have to side with your relatively rational father first. I need to figure out a way to unwittingly communicate with my father and banish that fucking maid.
That's how I keep my mother safe.
Back in bed and thinking about that, the bumps and footsteps approached.
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"Alice...!
It was your father Siegmund who jumped into the room the most. Behind you is Mr. Alphonse, the butler who would have been with you. I didn't see your mother.
"I thought this time would be a bad time......!!
Your father takes hold of my hand lying in bed and peeks into his face.
This could be a chance.
No one but your father and butler.
I looked at your father as I thought.
Your father seems surprised at the sight of his daughter, who hasn't fit in for a long time. My heart is only shaking.
Next, he manages to smile by whipping at his long-used facial expressions.
……
"Huh...!!! Huh..."
The butler covered his mouth with one hand. Your father cried down.
Hmm. I just smiled and looked at it. This is it. Will your father over-capable to speak?
But goodness hastened. Well, it will be.
"... oops, sama"
Your father and butler looked at this one so openly that it was now time for their eyes to spill. Well, you're surprised. It's been two years since I've heard your voice, hasn't it?
"Alice......? Now my voice...?
I nodded small and continued.
Talking for a long time is painful because I'm not used to my throat yet, but I tell her about the rush.
"Oh, please, please stop talking to Connie, the maid, not to spread the word about me..."
"Huh! Okay...... Alphonse, please!
Your father moved quickly even though it was a sudden favor.
"Yes, I did!
Mr. Alphonse quickly becomes the face of work and leaves the room.
Your father, who dropped it off, turns around and peeks into my face again.
"Alice...... oh Alice. You recovered."
With tears spilling, my breasts got hot on my father, who stroked my cheeks slowly to say I was adorable. This man is my father again, even though he has memories of an adult in his previous life. I'm glad I reassured you for worrying about me.
"Father, I'm sorry... your mother and father are in big trouble because of me..."
"Huh! It's good, it's good, Alice...! This is just how I recovered. Just keep me alive......"
Your father has many tears in his beautiful face.
From my father, who doesn't know the cause of it, what a nostalgic man I am, even though I am in danger of divorce because of it.
Not to mention that you may not be a real child. If what Rouge said is true, this man is the one who will show me so much about my adopted son.
I loved your father more and more.
But there's an indescribable guilt in telling your father from now on.
"Thank you, Father... but please don't tell Mother about this yet"
Your father was a wolf.
"Why, I was more heartbroken by your illness than anyone else? I need to tell you quickly."
No, I continued.
"I also want to reassure you as soon as possible for a second… but don't let anyone who does this know."
"?! No way......"
who should not be known to recover. That means there are harmful people in the house who are in trouble if they are recovered.
On that basis, your father shouted with a harsh look and unexpected.
"What were they doing... were they poisoning you?!
"Poison... In a way, it was..."
I decided not to cover it up and tell your father the truth.