People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 70

“Crown Princess, let’s play together again sometime!”

Beris, whom I had expected to throw a tantrum and refuse to leave, leapt up with joy upon hearing that Marquess Fleur herself had come to fetch him—just as thrilled as Ronowe. Compared to when he was three, he now more often accepted situations naturally without insisting on his own feelings first, and this was exactly such a moment.

Honestly, it would have been a chore to comfort him if he had thrown a fit and cried at parting—but at ten years old, he thankfully no longer did that.

Though less exhausting than in the past, since he might still act unpredictably—like when he hurled Poppy in the greenhouse—I decided that next time we go somewhere where children might run wild, I’d warn them in advance.

Yet, on the other hand, I also found myself wondering: Is having a mother truly that wonderful? Of course, it felt natural that parents should give attention to their children, take responsibility in raising them, and share emotional bonds.

I’d once read that sentiment casually in a book during another life, and above all, having been reborn myself as someone’s child, I had personally experienced that weight.

But then, even after sensing something break loose while searching for Hecate’s treasure—the doll—and becoming somewhat more empathetic toward others’ emotions, why did I still feel this subtle dissonance? Why did I always feel inexplicably stifled whenever encountering emotions of this sort?

It felt as if I were reliving the sensation from Yong Yong’s final words, and without realizing it, I clenched my fist tightly.

“We’ll come back in two days!”

“You don’t need to come back at all—just go already.”

I gave a noncommittal nod in reply to Ronowe’s words. Though my tone wasn’t particularly warm, the children didn’t seem to mind.

I often spoke a bit sharply, but perhaps they’d grown accustomed to it—or understood I didn’t mean to hurt them—so they never teared up. The siblings stood hand in hand with a maid, waiting patiently at the spot where the carriage would stop.

Soon, the Fleur family’s carriage arrived; the door opened, and I briefly exchanged light greetings with Marquess Fleur, who had stepped out momentarily.

“Crown Princess, we shall take our leave now.”

While Ronowe and Beris cheered and clung to Marquess Fleur, cooing affectionately, Carlisle approached politely to bid farewell, and I turned my head to look at him.

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