Chapter 39 - - 39 : My beloved son
'She's a smart girl, as expected.'
Mrs. Etman felt a surge of relief washing over her as she saw her son's bedroom door snugly closed.
After going out in the afternoon to meet Leyla a few days ago, Kyle returned home devastated like a bewitched person. Mrs. Etman could foresee the ending of the two of them based on her son's condition, who was confined to his room with his lips clamped shut.
"Madam, the Young Master skipped lunch today as well." With a worried face, the housekeeper reported to Mrs. Etman, who had just come down from the second floor.
"Leave him alone. He will also have a hard time swallowing food when having a breakdown."
Mrs. Becker's eyes widened at Mrs. Etman's unexpected response regarding her son. She seemed overjoyed, even though her son had skipped every meal since yesterday. But Mrs. Becker decided not to ask further, knowing that her milady would seldom reveal the actual reason, so she just bowed her head and walked away instead.
Mrs. Etman visited the garden after a long absence to tend to the flowerbed. The garden at Etman's house was brimming with exquisite and different kinds of roses which were imported from Arvis's shrubbery. She received several roses from Elysee von Herhardt, who exclusively gifted the flowers to her closest wives.
She was the only woman without a title in Carlsbar who had fellowship with the two Duchesses of the Herhardt household and several people didn't know how proud she was of it. She believed that Kyle's marriage to the lower-noble-lady that was introduced by Norma von Herhardt would enhance the Etman family's social standing.
How hard she toiled to get here, now her husband and son tried to thwart her efforts, only for the sake of one girl named Leyla.
Linda Etman readily admitted that she had done a great wrong towards that poor girl. But she had no regrets. For Kyle's sake, she could have performed far more gruesome acts than that. Leyla would be wise to seek a husband who was on par with her.
Mrs. Etman entered the living room, carrying a bouquet of roses that blended harmoniously in hues. She was delicately arranging the flowers in the vase when Dr. Etman came in.