Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 80

C80

They expelled Enrique's nanny from the Seymour mansion.

Neither the mouse nor the bird know why.

From the outside, it will appear as if she left her job due to unavoidable circumstances.

In the past, one might have thought it was a cold measure for the family's honor, but it was interpreted a little differently after seeing the angry expression on Duke Seymour's face.

"It must be a father's feelings who doesn't want Enrique to be hurt anymore by this."

The annual birthday party was omitted, and it was known that Enrique had spent his birthday alone with Duke Seymour.

He doesn't know exactly what father and son talked about.

There must have been tears.

The day after his birthday, Enrique's eyes were swollen like a carp when only his direct relatives, excluding Rosad, gathered to eat.

Although his face didn't speak, Enrique emptied all the meat dishes, and his father gently patted his head after the meal, so I assumed the conversation went well.

"It's a relief."

"Sister!"

After dinner, Enrique followed me back to the annex in a hurry.

I walked in his footsteps and gently fixed the silver hair that was disheveled on his forehead.

"Enrique, you must be following me because you're upset I didn't give you a gift."

"It's not like that!"

When I spoke playfully, Enrique ran while flailing his arms.

The reaction was so cute that I thought he liked being teased.

"I think my personality is getting worse."

I suppressed my laughter and gently stroked Enrique's head.

"What do you mean it's not. It's obvious you were secretly sad when only my gift didn't appear on the table."

"...Not really."

However, Enrique pouted his lips like a slightly disappointed child.

"Do you think I wouldn't prepare a gift for my best student? You know the best always comes last."

When I boasted, curiosity sparked in his big eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes."

I held Enrique's hand firmly as if hesitating about something, entered the study, and handed him the large gift box.

"Here you go, your gift."

Enrique couldn't hide his nervousness as he took out the wizard's toy with a wand.

Because it was a gift that had already lost its sweetness.

Enrique received up to three of the best toys that had a light orb on their wands and made a thunder sound when touched.

"Everyone gave magical toys to the youngest child of the wizard family."

All of us, including me, had a terrible tendency in choosing gifts.

"Thank you."

After thanking politely, Enrique looked at the toy with serious eyes and took a while to find a note in the box illuminated by the magic wand.

"What is this?"

The child picked up a light purple notebook.

"Our mother's diary."