“That is…”
Elodie took a moment to catch her breath.
In any case, she had no choice but to lie. Or cleverly edit the truth.
Because no one would believe her even if she told the truth.
“I raised Bonita.”
“What?”
Catherine raised her eyebrows.
It was a signal for her to continue speaking.
“I can’t explain why it happened. …I recently lost my memory.”
“What kind of nonsense is that? You expect me to believe that now?”
Catherine scoffed.
“If you’re going to lie, at least put some effort into it. It would have been more entertaining if you claimed to be the soul of the deceased Elodie.”
“What?”
Aria’s heart sank, wondering if Catherine had realized something. At the same time, a baseless hope surged within her.
It must be a joke, a coincidence. Aria repeated to herself, trying to regulate her breathing.
“What is it?”
“Ah, nothing.”
And as expected.
Catherine’s expression was too calm for her previous words to have been anything but a joke.
Aria tried not to show her disappointment. She added in a calm tone.
“It’s true. I can’t explain in detail, but it’s certain that Bonita is the daughter of the Duke… and that I raised her, and that she thinks of me as her mother.”
“But if you skip the detailed explanation, then what is the point of”
Catherine was about to coldly interrogate her when the raised voices caused the soundly sleeping Bonita to stir.
“Umm.”
In a half-asleep grumble, Catherine stopped talking. She still looked at Aria with a glare, though.
“Hmph, I’ll grill you properly later. It’s not that I care about waking the child, I’m just a bit tired now. Got it?”
“……Yes, ma’am.”
Really… she’s still the same.
Aria replied with a subtle tone.
As the carriage smoothly entered the Duke’s residence, Bonita was still asleep.
Aria carefully picked up the child and began to move.
Despite being quite jostled when disembarking from the carriage, Bonita just turned over a few times without waking up.
As Aria took the child into the room, Catherine immediately broke the silence.
“So, what was all that about? You must have heard something, didn’t you?”
“Hmm.”
Luke let out a hum.
Although he had met Aria four days before Catherine did, it wasn’t like he saw her frequently.
Aria Hilton was a mystery to him as well.
A nuisance of a woman who would have been kicked out long ago if not for Bonita…
“I don’t know either.”
“What? You left a woman you don’t even know well with my grand, no, anyway, with the child?!”
“But mother, you saw it yourself.”
Luke argued quietly.
“Bonita is very fond of Aria Hilton. If we separate them rashly, it won’t be good for her emotionally.”
Catherine sighed deeply at his words.
Why wouldn’t she understand? Even from a brief observation, it was clear how much Bonita adored that woman. And the woman seemed to cherish the child as if she were her own daughter.
“Was Hilton that kind of person?”
“How would I know? It’s not like I had much to do with her.”
“Right, you’re like that.”
Catherine easily accepted this.
The stone-hearted Luke had been head over heels for a rabbit-like countess’s daughter since he was eighteen and had turned soft just for her.
Only for that lady.
With a filter that saw only Elodie in his eyes, it’s unlikely he would remember a maid who was right beside him.
The problem is, Catherine wasn’t much different in that regard either.
‘She didn’t seem like a troublemaker.’
If that had been the case, even if Luke hadn’t remembered, Catherine herself would have. She tapped her cane irritably.
“Anyway, you useless thing!”
“Why are you hitting me again?”
“That’s enough, call the priest! This kind of thing should have been confirmed on the first day. What’s the point of dragging it out for four days?”
Luke rubbed his head while muttering.
A paternity test.
“Doing that right away would have…”
“What then?”
“I thought it might hurt the child.”
It was an unexpected response.
Catherine turned her head sharply to look at her son.
Luke slowly stroked his face with one hand, covering it.
“It would look like we don’t trust her.”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
Catherine retorted sharply.
“Doing it directly would be more reassuring for the child, wouldn’t it? Or does she, being of the Lysianthus bloodline, sense everything with some kind of power?”
“She probably doesn’t know. She wasn’t taught that.”
“Well, then that settles it!”
Snap.
She pointed her cane at Luke, declaring boldly.
“Contact the temple right now!”
Bonita woke up the next morning. She wriggled her body like a caterpillar, snuggling into the warmth beside her.
“Mommyyyy…”
There was a whine of comfort in her voice, something ‘the old Aria’ could never have dreamed of.
But her current mother wouldn’t get angry at this.
Bonita thought this while pulling the quilt closer.
“Sweetheart, are you awake? You can sleep a little more.”
Then she heard a tender female voice.
Bonita exhaled.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
