Chapter 57 - Fifty-Two: Night of the Empty Nesters
Watching her own father walk into the grand mansion holding an umbrella, Margaret smiled and offered the proper respect to her father and the king of this kingdom, standing at the doorway.
After handing over the umbrella to her attendant behind her, His Majesty took off his cloak: "Margaret, I saw Colin today at the northern ruins."
"You two had drinks again?" As a woman, Margaret instantly focused on the critical detail that her father had not mentioned in his entire sentence.
"A man should indeed drink," the middle-aged man said with a hearty laugh, then glanced at Margaret: "Where’s your sister Faye?"
"She’s at her classmate’s house playing." Margaret smiled as she took her father’s cloak and hung it on the rack by the annex door—avoiding extravagance and waste was a family teaching of the Mowish family; back before becoming king, the Mowish family was just a duke in the south.
They had no such unrealistic troubles.
"Male or female." Similarly, as a member of the Mowish family, this father also immediately focused on the critical detail that his daughter had not mentioned in her entire sentence.
"A boy." Margaret wasn’t selling out her sister; rather, there were some things that her father needed to be informed about, and it was better to be honest from the start than to deceive even for a moment.
"...You two sisters really do not put me, your father, in your eyes." The middle-aged man’s eyes went wide.
"After all, we are the children of our mother and you, Father." Margaret didn’t back down; their mother had not taken her father’s words as commandments, instead choosing this man who was the fourth prince at the time.