The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 282
After finishing the interview, Navian left the ducal residence without gaining much.
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She frowned as she looked back at the Bayern ducal estate.
A grand mansion.
A beautiful residence that the madam of a baronial house like hers, one without any territory and noble only in name, could never possess.
Even those who governed far less impressive households usually handed over gold coins after an investigation, saying she had worked hard and should use it for travel expenses on the way back.
She wouldnât have accepted it anyway since it was illegal, but the arrogance of not even showing the gesture left a lingering unpleasantness.
âWell, thatâs probably why theyâre trying to seize a childâs inheritance.â
She began walking again.
Now it was time to interview Adam Azelot.
But this was merely a formality.
If there had been evidence of domestic discord, she could have argued that the guardian should be replaced for the childâs emotional well-being.
However, contrary to the information that they used separate bedrooms, they were sharing one bedroom.
No matter how she thought about it, it seemed staged, but mere suspicion wouldnât persuade a judge.
It was unfortunate for the Young Lord of the Duchy, but the guardian wouldnât be replaced.
Unless there was concrete evidence to support that suspicion.
* * *
The vacation at Saint Hennige Academy had ended.
Fortunately, the domestic investigator arrived before the break ended.
Otherwise, the interview would have taken place at the academy without a guardian present.
âYour health comes first, so donât push yourself studying. If anything happens, make sure to send a letter home. Alright?â
âAunt, please be careful not to catch a cold too⌠and while Iâm gone, please take good care of Uncle.â
Nina nodded at Ian, who was holding her fingertips with his small hand.
âUncle, please take good care of Aunt.â
Who was asking whom to take care of whom?
Anyway, he was just so adorable.
âIan, itâs cold, so get in the carriage quickly.â
Goodbyes were better when they were short.
If you hesitated, the regret only lingered longer.
âIâm going to miss Aunt and Uncle a lot. Iâll write a letter when I arrive, so please reply!â
âAlright, I will.â
Nina watched the carriage gradually move farther away, her gaze softening.
ââŚBut by the time Ian returns, will I still be living in this mansion?â
ââŚNo matter what decision you make, Madam, I will follow it. Honestly, I still donât like it, but the choice belongs to you.â
It didnât seem like Marsha, who knew her better than anyone, had said those words without reason.
âMarsha probably noticed it too.â
While the dark history that had once been her greatest burden was gradually fadingâŚ
The thought that living like this wasnât so bad was slowly growing stronger.
âItâs alright. Itâs my responsibility to earn your trust.â
Instead of hiding behind his words and avoiding the question, perhaps the time had come to seriously look into her own feelings.
âLetâs go inside as well.â
She nodded at the hand pulling hers and turned around.
At that moment, Ianâs bedroom balcony caught her eye, and her brows furrowed deeply.
ââŚBy the way, didnât that domestic investigator feel a little unpleasant? Her tone and expression, I mean.â
An investigatorâs basic qualification was the ability to view a situation objectively.
But Navianâs stiff manner of speaking and expression felt less professional and more like hostility.
âI believe your impression is correct. I felt the same way.â
At Ashâs reply, her expression turned serious.
âSo it wasnât just me. But I canât figure out whyâŚâ
Could there be some personal grudge she didnât know about?
But no matter how she searched her memories, nothing came to mind.
And rather than something heavy like resentment, it felt more like simple dislikeâŚ
Was it because of her past behavior?
ââŚShe wouldnât write a report unfavorable to us because of personal feelings, would she?â
If that were the case, it would weigh heavily on her mind.
Even though the interview had ended smoothly, an uneasy feeling still lingered.
As she muttered worriedly, Ash let out a short laugh.
âShe would have to be insane to do something like that.â
To act on personal feelings like that, the other party would have to be someone truly insignificant.
