The noblewomen around the duchess helped her, but she couldnât compose herself so easily.
âAh⊠What should I do. Who can I entrust Young Lord Elijah with?â
Looking around her, Sera tried to see who could give her a helping handâsomeone who had a high enough standing that they could organize this chaotic situation, and someone who was wise and was sensitive about social cues. She needed someone who fit all the conditions as much as possible.
And the person who fit the bill wasâŠ
âMarchioness Bennett!â
Sera went towards Marchioness Leticia Bennett, who was holding Edward. The child looked at Sera with a puzzled face.
The twins didnât say anything and followed her silently, keeping their mouths shut until now. It was completely different from how they were all smiles earlier in the morning. Both their crumpled and red faces didnât match the pretty clothes they were wearing.
âMay I ask what happened?â
Sera brought the twins under the shade of a tree as she asked.
It seemed like Elijah said something that upset the twins very much. Their words were so garbled by their sobs that Sera couldnât even understand what Ferre was saying.
Sera slowly stroked the twinsâ backs to calm them down.
âItâs okay, itâs okay now. You can speak slowly.â
Their tears showed no signs of stopping. What was it that they heard from Elijah that they were crying so sadly? Feeling a little flustered, Sera had no choice but to take out two caramel bites that she had left over from when she gave some to the other children earlier.
By the time the caramel bites melted in their mouths, Ferre, who was now calmer, spoke up first. His voice was hoarse and his eyes were still wet.
âElijah said something to us.â
âWhat did he say?â
ââŠâŠâ
Ferre pouted again, his cheeks puffing up. It looked as though he was about to burst into tears once again as he was pinching his own fingers. Sera felt so heavy seeing how his fingertips were already so red.
Instead of telling him to stop doing that, Sera carefully held Ferreâs hand.