Lillian realized how great the painters in the newspaper and the artists who painted the portraits of Locket were.
âIt wasnât an exaggeration.â
Cedric Maynard, Maynardâs great master, was truly an incredibly handsome man.
I was sitting in the drawing room, touching a warm cup of tea to soothe my nerves, when the door opened and he came in.
At that time, Lillian thought for a moment that the angelâs hair might be black.
Of course, when I suddenly checked every part of my body, I unknowingly cringed in embarrassment, but seeing the scars and frowning and not asking about anything else, it seemed to have gone over safely.
âI think it was wise to make a scar.â
Lillian sighed and turned her gaze to Cedric, who still looked like an angel.
When I see him surprised to see herself, and when I see an expression of disappointment right away.
Until this moment when he finally embraced herself, her thoughts toward Cedric remained unchanged.
âI thought it would be very rough since he spent 10 years on the battlefield.â
Cedric felt more like a piece of work made by cutting glass than rough.
At first glance, it looks beautiful and solid, but when you look a little closer, you canât erase the precarious feeling.
The long eyelashes, sculpturally beautiful features, emaciated cheeks, and deep eyeholes especially created such an atmosphere. Perhaps the fact that he burst into tears when he saw Lillian had a big impact.
Whatever the reason, it was a really strange feeling to see an adult man who was a lot taller than her kneeling and hugging her.
âIf you had been here, would you have thought the same as I did?â
Or would you, like your father, start hugging?
If I had been the daughter of this family, if it was the moment I met my father again after being separated for 10 years, I would have had to cry the same way here, right?
âButâŚâ
No tears came out.
Was it because I cried so much when Swan died? Or is it because there is nothing to make me sad other than Swanâs death?
Instead of crying, I felt dizzy and confused.
It may be because Lilianâs surroundings are all tear-stained people.
No one could help but shed tears at this thrilling father-daughter reunion.
âHuh, huh, finally finding the young ladyâŚâ
âHow hard must it have been out there?â
âI thought I couldnât find you, but I didnât expect you to come here in personâŚâ
The people of the Dukeâs family seemed to have a deep affection for their master.
If you listened to each of them add each word, you could feel how strong the people of this mansion were for their lost children. Especially since they couldnât find her for 10 years, it was clear that this moment would feel like a miracle even more.
And that made Lillian even sadder.
âThere were a lot of people waiting for you like this, Swan.â
If you were alive, you would have been the main character of a wonderful story more than anyone else.
But still, you are the princess of my life and the heroine of my fairy tale.
âIâll fill in the unfinished story.â
Lillian closed her eyes at the thought. It was because she didnât have the confidence to hold on to her spinning head any longer.
The field of view is tilted.
â⌠Lady! Lady!â
âLillian!â
Just before losing consciousness, the last thing Lillian saw was Cedric reaching out hastily toward her.
The girl thought it was a pretty good scene to start the life story of the beloved heroine.
***
The reason the child who walked back to Maynard on his own fell was because of a fever.
The reason was simple. Itâs because she worked hard for several days in the cold weather.
âIt is presumed that she came in a grocery wagon. It seems that she was trying to sneak in because she wouldnât be able to come to this neighborhood dressed like that. Dean, who brought the groceries, said he didnât know anything.â
Maynardâs butler, Stefan, finished the explanation.
Cedric, who had been silently listening to the explanation, opened his mouth a beat late.
â⌠Where is the child from?â
Maybe it was because he couldnât control his emotions while looking for the child. Even so, Cedricâs low voice was slightly low enough to give goosebumps. However, Stefan took out something with an attitude of familiarity and held it out in front of Cedric.
It was a piece of paper.
âI found something like this in the luggage she brought.â
âWhat is this?â
âIt is a custody deed. It is a certificate issued collectively to minor children.â
âI heard she came from an orphanage.â
âUsually, I know that the head of the nursery school has it, but it may be different depending on circumstances.â
Stefan was right. I have heard that sometimes nurseries that guarantee childrenâs autonomy hand over certificates to children so that they can choose their adoption place.
Perhaps the nursery school my child lived in must have been such a place.
It seemed that she had been in a fairly good nursery school.
There were a lot of wounds on the childâs body, so it was a wound on the wayâŚ
There was a bit of a strange corner for such a thing, but Cedric decided not to think deeply about the wound first.
Instead, he read the custody deed slowly, and carefully. To the point where you can see at a glance the eyes full of longing and affection for the lost child, trying to follow the traces of the past 10 years.
âLillian.â
The first thing that came in was the childâs name.
Then, when the child entered the nursery school, the registered weight, height, etc. at the time.
Seeing Cedricâs eyes redden again, Stefan cleared his throat lightly.
âBefore I reported it, I also looked at it, but it is very similar to the lost lady. Isnât the timing especially the same?â
â⌠You know better than I do.â
At that time, he was away on the battlefield.
âIn my opinion, I dare to say that this time it must be real.â
Cedricâs gaze slowly rolled toward Stefan.
It was tinged with a hint of rebuke. He seemed to be asking why he wasnât so confident when she first set foot in the mansion.
The butler, who understood his masterâs will, hurriedly explained.
âAll I was told by the guard was that the 10-year-old was holding something that seemed to have Maynardâs seal on it, demanding to see the Duke. It was like a keepsake from the madam who disappeared together with the circumstances⌠If Iâm proud of that alone, how dare I deserve to be your vassal?â
âYouâre a good talker.â
However, the answer that came back was cold.
Indeed, his nature was far from affectionate.
When his agitated heart calmed down after meeting Lillian, Cedricâs nature, which had found the reason, was sharpened more sharply than ever. The greater the agitation about the child, the more so.
âSure, Stefan. I trust you. Because it was you who looked after the child while I was away. But I cannot help but consider the possibility.â
âItâs a possibility,â
âLillian, the possibility that this child is a fake who was lucky enough to pick up my childâs things.â
âCould it be possible? There has never been a child whose situation overlaps with the time of the disappearance.â
âIt could be a coincidence.â
Cedric sharpened. Circumstances similar to the story of his lost daughter could arise. It was even more so when considering the possibility of coincidences even if they were not made intentionally.
He was afraid. All the more so the more that Lillianâs presence, the certificate the child carried, proved that Lillian was his daughter. All the more so because there were so many things that he almost fell for, and there were many more who would deceive him.
What if he took it as his child and lied to himself again this time?
As much as I was desperate to find my child, as much was the relief I heard when I thought I had found it was enormous.
At the same time, however, I felt that way.
âBut if this child is the real childâŚâ
It wouldnât be enough even if I poured out all the things I couldnât give for the lost 10 years, but I felt guilty for having such doubts.
Even now, I wanted to go to the side of the fallen child. The moment Lillian collapsed in front of him, Cedric felt the world flicker.
I hated being swayed by that feeling.
Nothing was known about Lillian except that she had been brought into the nursery at about the same time as his daughterâs disappearance, and that she had brought a pendant with her.
What if youâre blinded by them and act like a fool like this, and later it turns out to be fake?