Diaz’s Regrets
When life had settled down, an anonymous letter arrived.
“Sister-in-law?”
I couldn’t even call her my sister anymore, but I had met her a few times. While it appeared that I had cut ties with Dania on the surface, the truth was that I hadn’t.
I was surprised to receive a letter at this time. I immediately imagined that something must be up because the person who delivered the letter was Lady Anesia.
The contents of the letter were something I wished I could unhear. Apparently, Dania and Shepherd had caused trouble and engaged in something resembling marriage fraud. They were being demanded to pay compensation, but they had refused.
Not only that, but it seemed she, who was related to them by blood, paid the compensation in place of them for assaulting the Duke’s son-in-law.
“She had no obligation to pay.”
“Yes, but she couldn’t overlook it as her sister.”
She was a responsible person, and with her kind personality, it was no surprise that she got involved in such a situation.
“So, I had her completely severed ties with Dania. I provided assistance under the condition that she won’t have any further involvement with her in the future.”
“Thank you.”
“This is a business deal.”
Even though she said that, there was no way Sister-in-law could afford to pay compensation to the Count’s and Duke’s families. She would have ended up in dire straits, and other nobles would have looked down on her.
Thanks to Lady Anesia’s consideration, she was saved.
“I’ve kept my name anonymous in this letter. We’ll meet later.”
“No, right now…”
I was sure that person didn’t think it was a good idea to meet in this situation.
Besides, I had too many enemies now, and I didn’t want to risk antagonizing any faction unnecessarily.
“Lady Anesia, could you grant me a bold request?”
“Yes, of course.”
On the family register, she might be a stranger, but to me, she was my beloved sister-in-law.
Before long, Lady Anesia returned to the mansion. However, things wouldn’t end peacefully like this.
If Dania and Shepherd’s anger was directed at me, it was still manageable.
But I had to consider the worst-case scenario.
“Dee, what’s wrong?”
“Your Majesty, how did you enter from there?”
Did he deceive another servant again? Although the palace was close, the king couldn’t just leave the palace.
“What is it? If there’s something, speak.”
“No…”
Talking to him wouldn’t solve anything.
It would probably make the situation worse, and the more radical factions would exacerbate the situation.
I wanted to proceed with caution, but I didn’t want to hurt more people.