Chapter 299: A Curmudgeon
The Count of Medhir’s mansion stood as a magnificent sight, exuding an air of grandeur. The sprawling estate was surrounded by enchanting gardens adorned with golden grass, reminiscent of the vibrant hues of autumn.
The atmosphere held a serene calmness as if time itself had slowed down. The picturesque scenery boasted numerous trees, their branches reaching towards the sky, and several elegant fountains that added a touch of elegance.
Two days had passed since the incident involving the marquess at the festival. Liam, the marquess, had been confined to his bed, receiving proper rest and care.
However, on the third day, an undeniable restlessness took hold of him. Despite his children’s concerns about his condition, he insisted on rising from his bed.
"Father, please, you need more rest," advised Aaron, his eldest son.
Denise, Sylvia’s mother and his only daughter added her plea, "Brother Aaron is right. Your health should be the priority. You must allow yourself more time to recover."
The marquess grumbled, clearly dissatisfied with the opinions of his children.
"I’m already weary and bored, confined within these chamber walls! I want to step outside and breathe in the fresh air! This suffocating environment stifles me!"
His voice carried a tinge of grouchiness, revealing his unease with his children’s cautious approach.
"It’s not that we’re not allowing you to go out, Father. We’re just genuinely concerned about your well-being. We worry that you might be at risk of falling or getting ill," Denise reasoned.
The marquess sneered in response with a bitter tone, "So now you’re insinuating that I’m weak? Is your plan to lock me in this chamber forever?"