Chapter 17.2
Her fiancé broke up their engagement. That’s why Roselline had to listen to the most brutal verbal abuse of her life.
“It’s not my fault.”
“It’s your fault! Did he break up because of you? Even if you acted a tiny bit smarter, no! If you had given up your pride in the end and just hung on, none of that would have happened!”
“…….”
“Yeah. Come to think of it, it turned out well. If I had made a connection with the Count Kierpiers family, I would not have been able to survive so safely.”
The mother calmed down her excitement by fanning the conversation as if she were tired.
“Thanks to you being a virgin without getting married, the Grand Duke accepted you. The hardships of that time turned out to be a blessing, so now I will forgive you.”
Pardon? She didn’t do anything to ask for forgiveness.
“So, I purposely welcomed you in order to get along with you as much as possible, but you are a really naughty kid. Still naughty, still cheeky.”
“Does it take effort to get along well with me?”
“I try not to lose a word to an adult!”
“You think what I say is a retort? You don’t talk.”
The Crimson Rose family has been very valuable for generations. So did her parents. After getting married and having no children for three years, Roseline was the only child they saw. Nevertheless, Roseline had never felt loved by her parents since she was a child.
Her parents were the ones who gave her orders. There was no communication or conversation. No matter what Roseline said, it was nothing more than a childish whimper that her parents didn’t want to hear.
The young child, who had learned how to shoulder responsibility and duty rather than how to speak of greed, always studied silently and wielded her sword.
Hey, Roseline. It’s my birthday next weekend. Can you come to the birthday party?’
‘I’m sorry. I can’t because I have work at home that day.’
‘Yes? I’m sorry.’
Rosaline couldn’t even attend her friend’s birthday party. Because she didn’t have the money to buy a birthday present for a friend.
Of course, the circumstances of the Crimson Rose family were not so difficult to make ends meet. But as a “daughter of the Earl of Crimson Rose” she had no money to prepare gifts for her friend’s birthday party.
There was money for ‘survival’.
But there was no money to maintain ‘face’.
So Rosaline had to distance herself from her friends. Let alone her birthday party, she could not attend a tea party or a prom.
The family’s prestige was waning. If she doesn’t live up to her family, the Crimson Rose family, which has protected her for 200 years, will collapse. For her family and for her parents, young Roseline has persevered.
However, her parents did not pay any attention to how she had endured and suppressed her desires, and how she had been controlling herself.
‘Has Roseline debuted in the social world yet?’
‘Ugh.’
‘Isn’t it better to debut as early as possible? The social world is amazing.’
‘That’s right. There must be such a colorful world.’
‘I wish Roseline would debut soon and perform together.’
As she listened to her friends, Roseline smiled bitterly without saying a word.
At the age of 12, when girls her age were making their social debuts, Roseline had to postpone her debut because she didn’t have the money to mend her mother’s old dress.
‘It’s okay. Although there is a trend to debut at the age of 12 or 14 these days, it is normal to debut at the age of 16.’
Will things get better after 4 years?
Roseline didn’t think it would.
But Roseline didn’t show it. Worrying made no difference. Resentment didn’t change anything.
So she has no choice but to endure it. Struggling doesn’t make any difference.
Roseline was becoming more and more reticent. Gradually, she distanced herself from her friends, who initially welcomed her friendliness. She had limited conversations and topics.
Suddenly, Roseline spent more time reading books and practicing swordsmanship than observing things with her sparkling eyes or talking to people with a smile.
How to kill emotions and hide facial expressions to get away from the emotions that hurt her, such as sadness, anger, loss, and inferiority.
To protect herself, it was the bare minimum.
But people didn’t pay attention to the fact that Rosaline had become expressionless and blunt.
Teachers and friends, as well as her family members.
‘Roseline.’
‘Yes, mother.’
‘You don’t laugh at all.’
In response to the words her mother said indifferently, Roseline opened her eyes in a circle, straightened her expression, and bowed her head.
‘I have nothing to laugh about.’
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