Do Your Best and Regret

Chapter 52

I said it all. Between regret and relief, Dean let out a sigh of relief. His hot breath hit the palm that covered his face. Red hair and light green eyes.

"If it weren't for you!"

Dean's earliest memories always started with those words. Violence is like a mother's sharp yelling and anger. And his sister's care.

"It's okay, Dean. It's okay."

Every time Dean heard his older sister, who was only two years older, comforting him, he felt reassured and curious at the same time. Why does his mom hate him, and why are his eyes green, unlike his mom and sister?

All his doubts were answered when he was six years old. The moment he left the house, a cold voice stabbed Dean like a dagger.

"It's because of that kid that Natalie was abandoned by the Viscount."

"But, The Viscount, Natalie, and Daisy all have brown eyes, but he has such mean light green eyes."

His sister always said he had pretty eyes, but it weren't the best. At some point, the mother did not return, and the light green-eyed child without an adult to look after him was a perfect target for bullying. At least Dean was lucky.

"Take that kid away."

It was like any other day. When he came to his senses, it was the first place he saw. Dean's sister said this was Vikander Territory. They said the Grand Duke saved him. To repay the favor, Dean became a knight. He promised himself that he would persevere even if someone hated him. But Vikander Territory was a strange place. People didn't avoid Dean because he had light green eyes.

Gradually, Jeniv Street was filled with people who looked just like him. Nevertheless, Dean covered his eyes with lenses. It was not easy to erase the wounds of childhood. But he didn't want to cast a permanent spell. Maybe one day, he will be able to remove the lens with peace of mind. It was because harbored a very small regret. Well, that lingering desire disappeared due to Olivia Madeleine's evil.

"Lord Dean."

A faint voice came through his thoughts. Dean lowered his hand and looked at Olivia.

"You really think I have Madeleine's protection."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to walk around so casually with such green eyes."

"Is that so?"

Dean's face distorted at the light voice as if she was talking about someone else. But before he could glare at Olivia, a low voice followed.

"A half-hearted woman, the daughter of a lowly dancer, an illegitimate child, and a woman who was lucky enough to become the Prince's fiancée. A woman who is arrogant and shameless and covets what belongs to others."

Dean's eyes widened as the insults poured out incessantly. The mean rumors about Olivia that he couldn't bear to say out loud. Olivia smiled faintly as if she was no big deal.

"Just like you, I know my rumors quite well. I heard it a lot right in front of my face."

It's impossible to believe that she heard it right in front of herself. How can they say something like that in front of such a high-ranking Princess?

Dean, who was reflexively trying to deny it, paused for a moment. Something was strange.

"Not once. Have you ever thought it was strange?"

When Olivia spoke softly, a strange feeling touched Dean. He couldn't even guess what she was trying to say, but somehow after hearing this.

"The Prince's fiancée, the daughter of the Duke of Madeleine, the head of the imperial faction, and a precious Princess so loved that she proudly carries her green eyes as the Lord said."