CH 159

Sir Jenkins was a strict and impartial knight, and he would not be truly offended by an incident that resulted from children’s misunderstandings or illusions.

However . . .

If the misunderstanding or illusions were related to Noel’s mother, Victoria Mayer, the situation was different.

Belatedly, Noel realized that Rieta was right.

Somehow, it felt that all his guts had been jumbled together.

* * *

Arriving in Jenkins Street in a carriage driven by a butler, he saw his terrifying maternal grandfather already out at the front door.

As soon as Noel and Rieta got off the carriage, they quickly bowed so that their noses almost touched their knees.

They had no choice but to do so.

Noel’s whimsical letter had already come out of the envelope and was in the hands of his grandfather.

Noel recalled a letter he had written to his mother a few days ago.

Dearest Lady.

Don’t contact my father. Father has no interest in you.’

Noel Mayer

Oh my gosh, he was so stupid.

Noel began explaining to his grandfather the details of the lost letter he had misunderstood.

“A letter from Victoria arrived as soon as the Duke left?”

When Sir Jenkins asked a question as if to confirm, Noel and Rietta nodded their heads eagerly.

Of course, they were still looking at the floor.

Then they heard a chuckle in front of them.

One with great delight.

“. . . ?”

The two children were surprised and straightened their posture.

“Didn’t the Duke seem to have received Victoria’s help again?”

“. . .?”

Noel was confused and just looked at him.

Sir Jenkins’ question was answered by the butler, who was standing by.

“Yes, that was a huge help.”

“Because it always is. It was usually like this.”

He shrugged and returned the letter Noel had written.

“Well, here you go.”

“Are you really going to give it back?”

“It’s nothing. Didn’t the letter come the wrong way?”

Sir Jenkins stroked the two children who were staring at him.

“The house of Victoria Jenkins, who loves this old father, is certainly here, but the Duchess who loves Duke Mayer is elsewhere.”

“Grandfather . . .”

“Go and read your letter to Victoria. She will probably laugh while holding her stomach.”

“But in this letter . . .”

Noel hesitated as he recalled the words, ‘Father has no interest in you.’

“It’s okay. Judging from it, it looks like it was written in the right way.”

Sir Jenkins pointed to the second letter Noel had sent.

Noel looked down at the letter he had written a few days ago.

At the very end of the letter it was written:

“Duchess Mayer.”

The moment Noel begins to read the letter calmly.

The white light of the sun disappeared, and the sky gradually began to be covered with dark shades.

Noel shook his head.

For the past few days, it had been a completely different color from the sky right now.

Just then, a damp wind blew.

It was sticky enough to hold a lot of water.

“ . . . There is only one person in this world.”

As Rieta and Noel muttered the rest of the sentences they had written down in the letter together, to their surprise, tepid and lukewarm water fell on their faces.

It was raining.

The rain was long awaited by everyone.

Noel and Rieta looked at each other and smiled broadly.

Who said rain was sorrow?

Noel thought that all books with such sayings were utterly in the wrong.

The rainwater that started to fall excitedly around them could only be heard as laughter.

Joyful and happy at his son’s letter.

A normal mother’s laughter.

* * *

The Duke and Darrel, returning from the Duchy’s estate, should have been surprised by a few things.

First of all, they were surprised that the sudden, unexpected rain greeted them.

They did not know how far the rain would fall, but they prayed that they would receive this blessing together from far away.

And the other surprise was that when they got to the mansion, Noel and Rieta were out.

They thought the two children would have met them all the way to the front door of the mansion.

The Duke realized that he was deeply saddened by Noel’s absence and deeply concerned.

You have not been able to completely let go of the past . . .

As he smiled bitterly, the sound of a carriage was heard from beyond the garden.

The carriage, which came at a slightly faster speed than usual, stopped in front of the front door.

When the carriage’s door was opened, Noel and Rieta ran out of the carriage.

“You have to be careful.”

The Duke’s words of concern were spoken before he could tell them that he missed them.

He was afraid that the children might slip in the rainwater.

As the Duke quickly approached them, the two children rushed over to him at the same time and hugged him.

“I was waiting for you!”

The children looked like soaked mice from where they got rained on.

. . . They probably don’t even care.

Looking up at the Duke, their smiling faces were full of joy.