Chapter 60
For a moment, silence filled the room.
The anger that had flushed my mother’s face gradually drained away, turning her pale. It seemed to be a common trait of people in this world—they had a remarkable ability to change facial colors in an instant.
As I watched her face turn white, I glanced at my doll.
Sensing my movement, Mother flinched.
Oh dear, I hadn’t meant to make her feel pressured.
“Well, um... I was planning to send someone to praise Jane! Yes, that’s right! Praise her! For giving you such a unique and... striking doll as a gift!”
“You just called it a cursed doll...”
I muttered quietly, and Mother faltered again. She was probably trying to come up with her next excuse.
I hadn’t meant to put her on the spot, but honestly, her reaction was more entertaining than I had expected.
“A cursed... no, but it’s a good curse now! Oh! Like a ‘be happy!’ kind of curse? A benevolent curse, just like a noble lie.”
She was desperately trying to piece together nonsense, and the sight of it was almost pitiful. And at the same time... I felt a little grateful.
Despite the fact that my teacher had cried upon seeing my creation and my mother had screamed at the sight of it, she was still trying her best to cover for me.