Dad's face stiffened when he saw his mom. It was different from when I was with my sister.

"...go in."

I faltered into the room at my father's stern order.

As soon as the door closed, there was a cry.

I covered my ears with a pillow.

* * *

"Mr. Cecilia! "Cecilia!"

I had an old dream after a long time.

In retrospect, it was the only day I felt happy.

"Cecilia, are you awake?"

Mom and dad divorced later.

It was only because my mom saw the picture that I put in my rabbit bag.

After confirming the evidence of injustice that had been suspected, the mother handed out divorce documents to her father.

Dad signed without question.

Did he think he'd catch it? Mom was shocked by the determination.

"Cecilia, wake up!"

As a matter of course, I ended up living with my divorced mother.

Dad remarried the sister. The two seem to have lived happily ever after.

My mother developed depression.

After the divorce, the depressed mother blamed me for what happened to her life.

"Cecilia!"

He raised his heavy eyelids at the voice that kept interrupting his thoughts.

"Look, Cecilia opened her eyes!"

Who the hell is Cecilia calling her at the top of her voice, but she doesn't answer.

"Cecilia!"

A strange face burst into view.

She was a kind-looking lady.

"Well..."

"Yes, Cecilia, speak!"

Why are you calling me by a strange name?

I wondered, but I couldn't lift a finger.

"You, go and get the count. Tell them that Cecilia is awake, come on!"

Someone seemed to be going fast.

"Dear Cecilia, do you recognize me? It's me, nanny!"

Nanny. It's not modern Europe in the 19th century, and even in the midst of confusion, laughter came out automatically.

By the way, I had to get up early so that I wouldn't be late for my part-time job.

He's flexing his elbows and trying to get up

"Your wife opened her eyes."

With a cold voice, the surroundings became quiet.

"Countess."

"Countess."

I felt like someone on both sides of me was on their knees.

"Cecilia."

A shadow fell over my head.

A fairly decent man was looking down at me with his waist down.

When his eyes met, he clapped his tongue.

"You look fine."

"Count! Cecilia is poisoned! It's a miracle that you woke up safely!"

The woman who called her nanny shouted in a bitter voice.

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