Chapter 112: Bittersweet Farewell
"I have resolved the war issue, but I’m uncertain about how to prove myself right and the duchess wrong. No matter what I do, she always manages to stay one step ahead," I muttered to myself as I walked toward my room.
"Bernice!" the duchess’s voice halted me.
"Mother, you—" she blocked my way.
"Yes, me!" she glared at me angrily.
"Why did you stop him from going to war? What is your intention? To tie my son to this household!" she shouted, pushing me back.
"I thought you would be okay not sending your son to the monstrous battle, but you’re blaming me? What kind of mother are you?" I glared at her.
"What kind of mother wants to send her son to get killed? Just what kind of person are you, duchess!" I shouted, my anger reaching its peak.
"You have no right to question what I do or don’t do. He is my son. I have made him grow up like this. I won’t let it ruin because of a mere woman who just married him out of nowhere," she said angrily.
"So, because of your anger toward me, you want to send your son to war? So selfish!" I said, glaring at her with disbelief.
"Yes, I am selfish, so what? Aren’t you here for your selfish reasons? Don’t you want to tie my son so that you could bewitch him? Then why am I the only one who is selfish when you are no less selfish than me?" she said, leaving me unable to speak. Am I really selfish? Do I want to bewitch him? Is this my true intention? I don’t know.
"If you are not selfish, then let him go!" she said and left me in a dilemma.
"What should I do? Do I have to prove myself that I’m not selfish? Do I have to prove that I don’t want to bewitch the duke? Do I have to?" I muttered while a hand made me turn around.