It was the night that her mother said that the cruelest way to destroy an enemy is through love. To Grace, who laughed it off, her mother also said this.
"They say men become fools when they fall in love."
"Then is your father also an idiot?"
Now I know why my mother's face hardened when I asked that question as a joke.
"No. He doesn't love me. Even if all the men in the world loved me, he wouldn't do it."
When I look back on that moment, my eyes go dark. Only after I know the truth do I realize how cruel the question I asked was. I felt like crying.
I also came to realize how it felt to raise an enemy's daughter, whom I lost in an accident during a mission. When I love my daughter, at least unlike my mother, I don't have to worry about what anyone else thinks. It was a great fortune.
Grace, like Ellie, suddenly became curious.
Did my mother have any affection for my biological father? Or maybe even love and hate for him?
It makes me sad. It makes me incredibly sad to think that I was just the product of an unlucky and careless mistake.
Who am I hugging right now? Grace thought sadly, hugging her daughter tighter.
Ellie, at least you weren't born by mistake.
Whatever his intentions, this child was definitely not the product of a mistake, as the man created him of his own volition.
She looked up and met the child's eyes as she waited for an answer.
"Dad loves Mom."
It was the truth. I don't know what it is, and I don't know if it's still true.
"Mom, your dad too...."
Grace could only move her lips, unable to continue speaking. It was difficult. In fact, this was the most difficult question. Looking at the face that resembled the man with a depressed heart, Grace sought an answer.
Leon Winston, what do I think of you?
"Mom, your dad too...."
Grace, who had been hesitating for a long time, finally brought out the old truth that had been buried in the past.
"I loved you."
It's true that it was my first love. Even though it's already over.
It was a convenient and cowardly answer.
After Ellie fell asleep, Grace quietly came into the living room. She retrieved a forgotten bottle of red wine from somewhere in the kitchen cabinet, poured herself a glass, and sat down on the sofa.
She stared blankly at the side table where framed pictures of Ellie and me were stacked one on top of the other. She put down her wine glass and reached for her handbag, which had been carelessly placed in front of the frames. Several magazines and a newspaper were sticking out of the handbag.
In the end, I brought all the magazines from last month without throwing them away. On my way home from work, I also brought today's tabloid.
This is just to check the guy's movements.
It was basic to understand the enemy's movements. The first thing I opened was a tabloid with a large headline that said, "Wedding is imminent."
So, are you really getting married?
No. I was fooled by the sensational headline again. What did the Archduke's recent purchase of a castle have to do with the wedding? It was just a baseless and speculative article.
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