It was not long after Winter left for the capital. A maid sent by Catherine Blooming brought Violet a gift in a small box.
"This is a gift sent by the Madam as an apology."
Violet accepted the box and said with thin lips.
"Please tell me thank you."
"Yes, Little Madam."
When the Duke's maid left, Violet sat down on the bed again with difficulty.
Her back hurt as if it would break. The symptoms were similar to the months when menstrual pain was particularly severe. Since she had no experience, she thought this was what pregnancy was like.
Jen, who took the gift box instead, said naggingly.
"So, take your medicine. Even though they say it is safe to take after pregnancy, you don't take it."
"It doesn't hurt that much."
"Your face is so white, huh?"
Jen pouted, took out the box, opened it, and found a small shoe inside. She looked surprised as Jen made sure it was safe and brought it to Violet.
"Oh my God. So pretty."
The Blooming family head and his wife, who had come to scold Winter, returned after hearing something from Winter, so she thought they were taking out their anger. But surprisingly, inside the box was a pair of neat baby shoes.
It was a very nice shoe, made of silk on the outside and filled with soft material on the inside. Violet admired the box in her lap.
"The baby's shoes are really small."
"But if he looks like the Little Master, he must be a good boy, right? I don't know if he looks like the Little Lady."
"They say I was also big when I was born."
Violet couldn't take her eyes off her shoes while answering. When she came to her senses and thought about it, there were many things in the mansion that were too dangerous to raise a baby. There were a lot of decorations, and each object had sharp decorations.
When she found out she was pregnant, she was so shocked that she suddenly felt sorry that she had done nothing to prepare for the child.
After finishing her thoughts, Violet tried to force herself to get up, but Jen came running to her.
"Ugh, why are you waking up? I heard your back hurts."
"But when the child is born, shouldn't we prepare a room for him? I've been lying down too much."
"It's only been two months, so why are you already taking care of it?"
"But for now.. I want to spend some time."
Violet stopped talking as her back felt like it was going to break and then continued again. Rather, I wondered if it was because I was lying down so much that it hurt. It might be better to walk a bit."
When the pain subsided a little, Violet walked to a guest room a little away from hers.
"I really like this room. I've liked this place the best since I first came here."
Jen said as Violet looked around the room, recalling the day she first came to the mansion three years ago.
"Little Madam's room is so small and Isolated. How about moving here now?"
"I'm used to It now, so if I move it, it seems strange in its own way."
Violet continued speaking as she slowly walked around the large room that was particularly well-lit by the sun.
"My husband insists that the child is not his, but it doesn't mean he has no intention of raising it. If I ask for a room, he will give it to me."
Then, she will spend every day in this room looking at her child's face. If he gives her child the room she likes best in this house, she will be happier than If she were living here.
Then Jen was grumbling next to her.
"When I said I was offering a room, the Little Lady seemed like a guest."
"Ah...I will make an agreement with my husband to decide."
"Yes, you better say that!"
In response to Jen's response. Violet covered her mouth with her hand and laughed softly. She felt like her punishment was over after she stood in this room. She was so focused only on her child that she forgot everything that had happened.
Violet said in a happy voice.
"Put the cradle over there...The walls are colorful... Ah, I think it would be nice if I drew something like a rainbow. Is this such a childish idea?"
When Violet asked with sincere happiness, Jen also got excited and expressed various opinions. She was thinking that if the Little Master insisted on not allowing her to use this room, she would have to protest with the Little Madam.
Violet finally sat down, probably because the pain was flooding her again.
"Come on, Little Madam!"
As Jen ran to help her, Violet spoke, breathing heavily.
"Wonderfully, I feel like that something has just begun."
"Yes, yes? Can't that be... Ha, aren't you bleeding?"
"Well, then is it dangerous?"
"Now, wait a minute! I'll get a doctor right away!"
Jen put Violet down on the guest bed and rushed over frantically.
After a while, the original male doctor, Beryl, quit and a new female doctor specializing in childbirth came rushing in.
Throughout the treatment, Violet constantly prayed that the child would be safe.
There should be nothing wrong with the child. She forgot about the pain because she regretted that she might have done something wrong by drinking something strong without knowing how to do it.
After a while, the doctor who finished the treatment made a groaning sound.
"Hey, Little Lady..."
"Nothing's going on, right?"
Then the doctor continued speaking, avoiding Violet's earnest gaze.
"I think is right."
"That is... What are you talking about?"
As Violet forced herself to raise her upper body, the doctor looked at the floor in pity and continued speaking.
"I don't think you were pregnant from the beginning. Sometimes that... There are times when you imagine symptoms that are identical to those of pregnancy. Maybe the Little Lady is so desperate to get pregnant... I think so. If the doctor who examined you earlier is not a specialist and does not know much about pregnant women, there is a high chance of misdiagnosis. The symptoms... It's so similar."
"..."
The doctor continued talking after that, but Violet couldn't hear anything.
Originally, she thought she had nothing, but in reality, she had a lot.
There was hope that one day she would be able to persuade Winter to have a child, and there was also hope that her relationship with him was gradually improving and that her resentment toward him would someday be resolved.
Just like the dream she had when she was young. She will have a simple and often smiling family.
When what she believed to be a miracle disappeared like a mirage, she returned to a reality where she could not even find the rest of death.
***
Since the capital and the south are far away, it took time no matter how urgent it was to get there.
It was early morning when Winter arrived home.
As soon as he arrived, he planned to wake Violet from her sleep and show her the dresses and jewelry he had bought. She had to see that at least. That way, Violet would know that he considered her to be his wife.
He decided to just believe that the child was his. He can't keep arresting his wife when there is no evidence.
When he thinks about it that way, he feels at ease and even feels a strange sense of relief. Winter, who hurried into the mansion to quickly tell her his decision, frowned.
At this early hour, everyone in the mansion was awake. Winter knew something was wrong as the mood was extremely gloomy.
Flip, covered in tears, ran towards him but he stopped ominously.
"Oh, are you here?"
"What's the matter? Why is the atmosphere like this?"
Then Flip, shaking his shoulders and sniffling, managed to speak.
"My Little Lady is not pregnant."
"What?"
When Winter looked like he was going to kill him at any moment, Flip wiped away his tears with both hands and barely spoke.
"The Little Lady was so desperate for a child that she only showed symptoms and was not pregnant. She hasn't moved since yesterday, like a dead person..."
"You have to stop talking bullshit. I don't understand."
Winter pushed him away and hurried to Violet's bedroom.
When he entered Violet's bedroom, he found his wife sitting on a chair by the window, looking out, and some of the maids telling her every good story they knew, trying to get her to open up.
After the maids who discovered Winter, left the room, only the two of them remained in the bedroom.
He can't believe she wasn't pregnant. Winter looked at Violet, who was just staring out the window.
"Violet."
Violet didn't move. She didn't cry or feel sad. She just blankly turned her back on the commotion.
Winter didn't know what to do because he had never seen her like this before.
Winter bent down and grabbed both handles, speaking in a voice that was far from soothing.
"I heard you've been like this since yesterday."
"..."
"Get some sleep."
"..."
"Violet"
No matter how many times he called, there was no answer.
Winter lifted Violet out of the chair, thinking that if he was going to put her to sleep, she would have to lie down first. She didn't really protest, but even after he put her on the bed, she lay on her side facing the window and looked out.
Winter, who was sitting silently next to her cried out.
"If you can't sleep, take a sleeping pill."
Winter shouted outside, still holding on to Violet.
"Bring me some sleeping pills!"
Then a maid from outside peeked her head in and said.
"My Lord, it's always in the closet, the sleeping pills."
"Then bring me some water!"
"Yes yes!"
The maid was scared and ran away. Winter opened the closet and found sleeping pills..
'Always'.
Winter stood there holding a medicine bottle and continued talking to her.
"What kind of medicine are you taking out in the open like this?"
Well, it's good for her body. She needs to sleep so I can sleep, can I just take some medicine and sleep?
It won't work. Starting tomorrow, he will have to take her for a walk. If she walks a little, she will fall asleep even without taking medicine.
"You'll feel better."
No matter what he said, Violet didn't respond. Nevertheless, Winter continued to speak. He wasn't very talkative, but he kept babbling and soon ran out of things to say.
Winter asked as soon as the maid brought a bottle of water and a glass.
"Did you feed her anything?"
"She doesn't even drink water all day..."
"Oh, shit."
Winter placed the glass filled with water on the nightstand and sat down on the bed.
Even when he turned off the bedroom light, the sun was already rising and the curtains were open, so the room was bright. Winter said, running his hand through Violet's hair.
"Drink some water. You're going to get dehydrated."
"..."
"Let's get some sleep and leave for the capital right away."
"..."
"You have a house in the capital. Even though I don't really like flowers, that house was nice. You have no idea how nice the garden is. You like capital and flowers. It would be nice to go. You'll love it."
Winter let out a trembling breath and raised his voice a little when she didn't move so much that he wasn't even sure if she was alive.
"You'd better cry. At least I can appease you. Or hit me or get angry. I'll give you as much as you want."
"..."
At his words, Violet, who had been lying down for a while, got up. And then she made eye contact with Winter, who was looking at her.
Her lips opened.
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