I Became The Hero's Mother (ChatGPT Translated)

I became the mother of the male lead - Episode 18.

The wrinkles wiped away with the back of my hand stung.

It was at that moment.

Ann, who had been in the room, came out and rushed towards me, crying loudly.

"Eggmoni! Miss!"

"Ann. . ."

"What's going on? What did the Countess say to you again?"

After hearing that Abel was the one who was involved in the incident at the restaurant yesterday, I briefly explained to Ann, but she got angrier than I did, just like before. She still is now.

"You. . . crazy old woman. Our Miss is such a well-raised daughter of the Viscount. I'm the bad one. . ."

"No, that's not it. I came to say something."

"But still, it must have made you upset, so you're crying like this! Just let me go and grab that arrogant woman by the hair and get punished by the Duke, or whatever. Wait for me."

Ann blushed and rolled up her sleeves.

She was about to rush to Agatha's room, but I quickly grabbed Ann to stop her.

"Really, I gave her a good scolding. That's not why I'm crying."

"Then why?"

". . ."

How can I say that as a pathetic fangirl who couldn't even check my favorite's health and begged for a fan meeting? Tears welled up from my incompetence.

But Ann had been watching over me for the past three years since I woke up in this world.

Even without saying anything, she understood my feelings, and she gently pulled me closer, letting out a deep sigh.

"You don't have to worry. It's not your fault, Miss. Don't cry. Hm? There, there."

"Ann, I don't think I deserve to be a fan of Abel. He might feel really embarrassed if he knows there's a fan like me." "Miss, too."

Anne patted my head and smiled softly.

It seemed to be somewhat comforting just by that.

Anne, who is the same age as me here, is clearly a young child of about twenty years old, but sometimes she is endlessly mature and can lean on me like this now.

Come to think of it, even when I opened my eyes a little surprised when I first woke up here, Anne was there by my side.

Even when she tried to understand my obsession, she was very understanding.

Even though the lady who died and came back to life seemed to have lost her mind, Anne patiently stayed by my side.

Even in moments when I feel so depressed and bitter that I just want to cry.

"Miss."

"Ung. . . ."

"Have you personally experienced what kind of person Confucius is? I've never seen such a pure and beautiful child like you before. I immediately understood why you wanted to idolize Confucius."

"Right? Abel is the best. . . ."

"You know how much Confucius likes you. After knowing that you think of Confucius like this, I can't even imagine how much he will like you."

"No way. . . ."

"Is it true? Since we're talking about it, finish embroidering the handkerchief yourself this morning. We need to present it to Confucius as soon as possible."