The Lost Lady [ON HOLD]

Chapter Three: The Marquis of Deira

As the dawn broke, the gentle rays of the morning sun were as welcoming as it could be to every living thing under the same blue skies, as if giving them a dulcet smile. It gave off a pleasing and delightful feeling to everyone.

But it was not the same for some people, particularly to a household of one of the most influential and prominent aristocratic families in the Alyxzandryte Kingdom.

A middle-aged man could be seen sitting alone in a quiet and darkened study room. A pile of unfinished paperwork was left unmoved across his table.

With a deep frown on his face, his hard but piercing appearance could easily be overlooked. Only his indifference could be seen.

The middle-aged man with shoulder-length straight brown hair with a lean, hard, and muscular body was pondering deeply with the current matters at hand in his household.

Three months ago, his ill mother together with her servant, came back from the old vacation house with an unknown and unconscious lady.

His mother believed that she was her lost daughter. And no matter how hard he tried to persuade his mother, in the end, he could only bend to her will due to his remaining filial love towards her.

Besides, it would be a great disaster if something would happen to his old mother. It would be better not to make anything worst, as it would bring undesirable effects on his official position.

Although the Madame was already old, she was still the matriarch of the family. And if something would happen to the old woman, he would be branded as unfilial and his position would eventually be questioned. And he would not allow that kind of mishap to happen.

He believed that it is better to welcome sudden unfavorable changes such as accepting an unknown lady as his supposed to be the youngest sibling than to welcome a catastrophic situation such as the possible death of her mother.

But deep inside, he was already seething in resentment. His ill mother was already a handful for him together with managing the entire household while performing his duties and responsibilities as an official at Capital City.

He could only clench his fists and grit his teeth silently.

The man was deeply engrossed with his dark thoughts when a sudden knock came to his door.

Knock. Knock.

"Who is it?" the middle-aged man answered sternly with an austere expression.

"It's me, older brother," a man's voice gently sounded through the door.

"What's the matter? If anything, don't disturb me!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in a clear displeased tone.

He was not really in the mood to be disturbed at the moment. But the man on the other side of the door didn't leave right away.

"Sister has already awakened," the man spoke without any hesitation before he went away.

With a grunt, the middle-aged man cursed inside.

Damn it! Here we go!

He abruptly stood up and walked out of the room with a loud slamming of the door.

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Inside a delicate and well-furnished chamber, few people could be seen gathering around the newly awakened lady who was currently sitting on a soft and very comfortable pink bed.

The lady was none other than the lady in a floaty cyan dress, but now, she was dressed in a pink satin night gown.

The lady was blinking to and fro from one face to another, quietly scanning the face of the crowd around her while trying to get some information about her current situation.