Chapter 453 - 453 A Secret Affair

453 A Secret Affair

Selma Payne’s POV:

I never knew the specific process of psychological intervention treatment. The first time I met the psychiatrist, she only briefly talked to me about my current life and the unexpected things in life. This made me feel less conflicted, and I had a very good impression of Madam Marcy.

Carrey Marcy was not a native of the Lycan pack and was not even a werewolf. As a dwarf, Madam Marcy moved to the werewolf pack with her parents, who went abroad for work when she was very young and spent her childhood and youth here.

She didn’t inherit her parents’ business legacy and devoted herself to the field of psychology. Now, she had become a well-known psychiatrist.

I was very surprised when I first saw Madam Marcy. It was my first time seeing a dwarf, but she wasn’t short at all. She was an astonishing two meters tall. This didn’t make her look burly or unapproachable. Instead, her gentle temperament made her look like a character from a fairy tale.

When I realized what was going on, it already seemed impolite of me to be sizing her up. However, Madam Marcy did not mind. Instead, she explained in a somewhat forgiving manner, “A lot of people were surprised when they first saw me. How can a ‘dwarf’ grow so tall? I understood this was just a simple wonder and had no ill intentions. In fact, my height is not a special case. I just passed the average height of the female dwarves.”

Madam Marcy naturally started conversing with me. Without realizing it, the atmosphere between us loosened.

“When I was young, I also wondered why I, a dwarf, am so tall.” Madam Marcy poured me a cup of sweet honey tea.

“Later, I read in the picture book that the gods created the dwarves alongside the giants. When the giants saw the dwarves, they would laugh at our petite bodies and disdainfully call us ‘dwarves’. This was the first sentence the dwarves heard after coming to this world, so ‘dwarves’ became a synonym for our race. Compared to the giants, I think everyone else in the world is a ‘dwarf’.”

This was a fascinating legend. With this as the base, I had an unprecedented good conversation with Madam Marcy without the slightest bit of uneasiness I would have when meeting a stranger.

We spent more than two hours together, and then the first treatment ended without us knowing. I didn’t see Madam Marcy use any superb skills, but this conversation made me feel a lot more relaxed, even if it was only temporary.

When I returned to the palace, Bertha said that Master Kevin had just come to see me. Seeing that I was not around, he left after leaving a notebook.

“A notebook?” I subconsciously thought it was something related to witchcraft, but I wasn’t interested in it and never discussed it with Master Kevin. Why would he send a notebook to me for no reason? Was he going to give it to Dorothy but was mistaken?

Bertha handed me the notebook, which was tightly wrapped and thin. The yellowed craft paper and the dark red seal indicated that the notebook had been carefully sealed and had not been opened for many years. This confused me, so I cut open the wax and took an ancient book from the craft paper package.

The book’s cover was painted with a bright red pattern of a thousand birds, a popular style twenty years ago. I flipped through it and found that it was a diary. The owner was Master Kevin’s former lover, Layla.

The diary recorded some of Layla’s daily life as the captain of the palace guards, including her interpersonal relationships and some secrets that she had discovered due to her job.

Madam Marcy was Layla’s best friend.

Layla had offended the Evaria Family during her term of office because she refused to accept bribes and knew some ‘court secrets’.

As for what this incident was, Layla did not really write it down in her diary. However, her cautious approach made me believe this must be shocking and important. Otherwise, a person would not be so distrustful of her own diary.

Layla only wrote that it was a ‘secret affair, the crystallization of sin’, so I could only guess that someone from the Evalia Family was having an affair in the palace. She didn’t know anything else.

What kind of relationship could make Layla keep her mouth shut? Other than the Evaria Family, the other person must be of high status and might even be a royal family member. The palace was no longer the same as hundreds of years ago, where the nobles gathered in groups. In the recent 100 years, the only owner of this gorgeous palace was the Oromalivira Family.

Layla thought that this relationship had happened long ago, and when she found out about this secret, both parties had already passed away.

Why was an affair buried in the torrent of time worth the Evaria Family’s attention? One had to know that in history, there were more unspeakable relationships between the rich and powerful than the weeds in the garden. This was simply an unspoken rule for the nobles.

In any case, I believe that Master Kevin must have his reasons for giving me this diary. Thus, I met him after dinner and asked him about the diary.