Cry , Even better if you , beg

"Is she the one? The orphan the gardener is raising?"

Wrinkles formed on Countess Brandt's forehead as she gazed at the garden over the window. A lady in glasses was helping the gardener organize the rose garden.

"Yes, mother. Leyla, it's her."

Claudine bluntly answered.

While Countess Brandt was distracted by Leyla, Claudine calmly moved her needle through the cloth. Colorful roses bloomed from her fingertips as she diligently finished up her embroidery.

"She's a very pretty girl. I think she's getting prettier as she matures."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"I know what you're worried about, mother."

Claudine put down her embroidered cloth. Countess Brandt's eyes were wide open with a worried look on her face.

The weak Countess Brandt had one daughter after a series of miscarriages. That child was Claudine, the Brandt household's only daughter.

The countess, who was suffering from an inferiority complex of being unable to provide her husband a successor, lived in fear of her husband falling out of love. Although the count's mistress was also unable to provide him a son, Countess Brandt was still worried. Worried that one day, some young, beautiful woman will show up and birth him a son and take away everything.