‘I thought I would never see this again.’
The gardens of Tuthega spread before her eyes.
Charlotte choked back her tears, sobbing. The mother in the portrait was still smiling. That looked ridiculous.
“Why are you smiling?”
What’s so good that you’re smiling? We didn’t even die like humans. These trashy people are living well, while we died unjustly. What’s so good that you’re smiling, mother?
“How long since mother’s funeral?”
Charlotte dredged up buried matters. The first thing was to ascertain exactly when this was.
“Funeral?”
“How long since mother’s funeral?”
“A week ago.”
“Mother’s ashes?”
“Why on earth are you asking about that?”
As Charlotte brushed back her curly hair, a maid answered, startled,
“They were buried in the ground.”
“Where?”
“Over there in the cemetery…….”
Charlotte staggered outside. She stood barefoot in the garden. The sensation felt unfamiliar to the soles of her feet.
“Miss, are you alright?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I call the physician?”
“It’s fine. I’m alright now.”
How long has it been since I could stand on my own legs?
What could be the reason? What brought me here?
Anger? Grief? Resentment? I don’t know yet.
But, I do know that my mood is terribly foul right now.
Charlotte choked back laughter or tears, swallowing it down, and her mouth felt dry.
You bastards. I curse this house. I curse your futures.
‘Let’s go.’
Why here of all places? Why now? She doesn’t know that either.
What brought me back here? That’s still unclear.
But, one thing is sure. This is not where we belong.
Why we’ve come back doesn’t matter. Now is the time to leave this place.
‘I’ll take you out.’
Then.
Come on, let’s leave this house with me.
I will take you out of this trash.
(This is a time marker.)
Late at night.
Charlotte emerged from her bedroom.
‘Charlotte Tutor.’
The only daughter of Duke Tutor, but shunned in the family for nursing her ailing mother and for her own frailty.
That was Charlotte.
The mother and daughter, shunned by the family.
Thanks to everyone’s neglect, no one noticed Charlotte even when she came out late at night.
“How can not a single person see a girl going out…….”
Charlotte came out, dressed lightly, with only a shawl.
The urn was placed on one side of the cemetery. The area in front of the grave was desolate and quiet.
She fumbled with her lips. All this felt alien.
“Let’s go. Anywhere would be better than here.”
Charlotte dug the earth with her bare hands. Her skin scraped and nails broke.
When she pulled the urn from the soil, a chill clawed at her palm. She knelt before the urn and collapsed.
“Aah……. Why are you buried here alone?”
I’m sorry for letting you die alone, so lonely.
The white porcelain urn was cold. Charlotte embraced the abandoned urn.
Mother is dead. She has to be buried in the ground now, but at least this is not where mother should be buried.
‘Let’s go out.’
Charlotte took her mother’s urn. And late at night, she left the house.
This sensation,
This sorrow.
This anger too.
I will surely return all of it. Wait. I won’t forget. It won’t take long.
Charlotte held her mother’s urn in her arms and hired a rented carriage.
“Take me to the Duke of Windsor’s house.”
Charlotte told the coachman the destination and leaned against the carriage.
There was no special connection with the maternal family. The connection was cut off for some reason.
‘I still have to go back.’
Charlotte hugged the urn. The urn smelled of soil. It was cold.
There’s no warmth to be felt. It’s just the trace of a dead person. But she wanted to feel warmth even here.
Charlotte cried silently.
(This is a time separator.)
The carriage stopped.
Charlotte paid the coachman and got off the carriage. The coachman looked at her with concern.
“Isn’t it too late for you to come at this hour?”
Charlotte looked up at the gate of Windsor’s house and replied.
“If it’s late, it’s something to wait for.”
The coachman left Windsor’s house. Charlotte was also apprehensive.
Even in her past life, there was no significant relationship with Windsor’s house.
If it wasn’t for her mother’s urn, there wouldn’t have been a direct visit to Windsor’s house either.
‘Will they remember my face at this point?’
Charlotte laughed bitterly. She had come in this state. She hugged the urn and knocked on the gate.
“Is anyone there!”
Then a carriage approached quickly. The family’s seal was prominently stamped on the black carriage.
It was Windsor’s carriage. The carriage window opened, and a middleaged man stuck his head out.
“Who is it?”
She didn’t know who this man was. But it didn’t matter who he was.
The red hair he had told who his bloodline was.
“I’m Cozette Windsor’s daughter, Charlotte.”
Then, the man in front of her looked strange.
“Cozette?”
“Yes. She is my mother.”
Mother.
It’s time to go back now.
And…….
Her consciousness began to fade in and out.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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