Guidelines for the Perfect Goodbye - Chapter 254

Since Lilith couldn’t read or write, she relied solely on what she could see, hear, and physically experience. She decided to use the methods she knew best.

She ran straight to Adam’s bedroom. While Bernarda’s presence usually made it off-limits, with her gone, the space was now accessible.

“Your Lordship! It’s me, Lilith!”

She banged on the door urgently. A servant quickly rushed over to pull her away, but she kept pounding.

Lilith didn’t understand how inappropriate it was to hammer on someone’s door so early in the morning. All she could think about was confessing her guilt.

“Your Lordship! It’s my fault! It’s all my fault! I’ll take responsibility, please…”

“Miss Lilith, please stop this.”

“Let go of me! How dare you touch me! …Your Lordship!”

A deep sigh came from inside the room. It wasn’t a sigh of anger, which gave Lilith a slight sense of relief.

Moments later, the bedroom door opened, and Lilith darted inside like a bird.

Instead of instinctively throwing herself into Adam’s arms, she knelt at his feet and grabbed the hem of his pants, tears streaming down her face.

“It’s my fault, Your Lordship…”

Adam, who had been in the middle of changing clothes to head to his study, looked utterly blindsided. The butler helping him with his shirt excused himself and quietly left the room.

Once they were alone, Adam sighed in irritation and pulled Lilith to her feet.

“Making such a scene in the hallway… Are you out of your mind?”

“Th-that was wrong of me, too.”

Lilith, who had fiercely resisted the servant moments earlier, now shrank back timidly.

“You know how thoughtless I am. It’s all because I said the wrong thing. It’s my fault. I raised her poorly—no, I mean, she grew up fine, but… I forced her.”

“You?”

“Yes, I pushed her into it.”

Adam stared at her with a sharp gaze, like a bird of prey.

“You pushed her?”

“Yes, yes…”

“What exactly did you tell her to do?”

“Well, I mean…”

The rumors Lilith had heard were always delayed and fragmented. All she knew was that Cecilia had been involved in some scandal with a man in the capital and was now under house arrest.

“I told her… to seduce a man from the capital…”

“Lilith, stop lying.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Why tell such an obvious lie that’s bound to be caught?”

“I’m sorry for that, too…”

As she kept apologizing, she finally noticed something odd about the atmosphere.

The room was too clean.

When Adam was truly furious, he had a habit of throwing things. Lilith had learned this by watching him.

If he were really angry with Cecilia, at least one book should’ve been strewn across the floor. But everything was orderly and pristine, just as his composed exterior suggested.

Even the tone he used to scold her was calmer than she had expected.

“Don’t ever cause such a loud commotion again. If you must throw a fit, do it in your own room.”

“Yes, I’ll remember that.”

Now regaining her senses, Lilith began to assess the situation cautiously.

Why was Adam so calm?

‘Did his business go well? Maybe his investments paid off?’

Adam was typically in a good mood when money was involved.

“I had hoped to keep this from reaching your ears, but it seems someone loose-lipped got to you. I wonder who it was.”

“It was Jenny,” Lilith quickly tattled, seizing the chance to shift the blame.

‘It’s fine. I’ve never liked her anyway. She thought I didn’t know she was badmouthing me behind my back? She said this just to mock me.’

She didn’t mind Adam controlling even the flow of information about their children.

“Jenny? I’ve never heard of her.”

“She’s been working here for three years.”

“Has it been that long? Whoever she is, she’ll need to be re-educated.”

“Yes… And, um, about Cecilia…”

“Indeed, she acted recklessly. Who knew her insistence on breaking off her engagement would lead to this? It’s disgraceful.”

“As expected, it’s my fault—”

“If this had completely ruined her prospects, it would’ve been a disaster. Fortunately, it seems salvageable.”

He adjusted the collar of his shirt and gestured for Lilith to help him with his vest. She quickly moved behind him and assisted.

“Salvageable?”

“Perhaps.”

As he slipped his arms into the vest, he added,

“In the end, this may even turn out to be a better choice than that other bastard.”

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