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My father's words struck me dumb.

'You said you'd cut the steak, right?'

You were shaking your eyes when you were asleep. I checked where my father's eyes were and found out something out.

'Oh, is that so?'

My father's gaze staring at Max. Yeah, maybe my father wanted to make up with him. He was supposed to care for him more than his daughter.

'Yes, would it be better to help reconciliation?'

As for me, I also liked my father and him on a good relationship. Because of him, the relationship between me and my father took hold of me, and I might give up an orderly marriage with the Crown Prince for the disciple that my father loves.

"Yes then please." When I gladly handed over the plate, my father cut the meat and opened his mouth.

"The outside and inside are very different." Is it medium rare? It looks quite ripe on the surface, but the flesh was certainly reddish.

'But I think it's cooked enough, ·····.'

I was salivating at the sight of the juices flowing out of the meat without much thought. At that time, my father continued.

"You'd better always be careful. If you are too different on the outside and inside, you will see blood." There are times when undercooked meat comes out, even if you say it in advance. In such a case, there were times when I was vigilant and cut the meat, and the stomach was spoiled because too much blood came out.

'Well, it's okay to cook it again.'

At the time when I was being indifferent, Father handed me the plate.

"Take it."

"Oh, thank you." When I took the plate and handed it over to Max, I could see that he was trying to thank him or not.

"Jubelian." But the timing was bad. I had no choice but to turn my head when father called my name.

"Yes?"

He said, reaching out to me. "Give me your plate, too." In a moment, the inside of my chest shook slightly, but soon sank.

'It seems strange that I did my own disciple, but not my daughter.'

Unlike that inner feeling, a little joyful voice ran out of my mouth.

"Thank you." Yes, it was because he and his father could reconcile. So I was swollen with hope. But after a while, I had no choice but to sigh.

'I can't see any sign of reconciliation.'

My father even cut the meat with his own hand, but the two never talked to each other since then.

'When I see you sometimes look at each other, it doesn't seem like the two of you have heart...'

At that time, my father stared at me and said.

"A little later, let's get some tea together." At those words, I realized something and laughed. Because I realized that I was just an excuse, and in fact, it was Max, not me, who wanted to pick up a car together.

'Really...... You seem to care for Max.'

While staring at Max for a while, I asked his intentions.

"Is it okay?" What answer he was trying to answer, he stared at me and slowly nodded. He must have wanted to make peace with my father because he kept on looking at him.

'You'll finally make up.'

If the relationship between the two gets better, my relationship will be recognized, and the confrontation with the Crown Prince may be canceled. If that happens, I'll pretend to go out with the prince until he's done with me. When I was dozing, I said with joy that I was imagining a hopeful future.