“Do you want me to become a whiny lady because I’m frail?”

To Kevrant, for some reason, Lisi’s laughter sounded like crying.

With a desire to give all his warmth to her, he replied.

“If you want it. If you want it, Lisi.”

+++

Britney crumpled the wedding invitation, threw it away, then picked it up again to read it.

No matter how much she looked, the name ‘Lady Nellacernis Genel, Countess’ at the top of the host list didn’t disappear.

The name ‘Zeresien Green’ listed below didn’t even register in her eyes.

Lady Nellacernis Genel, Countess.

A goddess of the social world who even the empress would want to get close to.

She couldn’t believe that she was the hostess of Iris’s wedding.

‘Why? Why host that girl’s wedding?’

Britney couldn’t understand the inner workings of Lady Nellacernis Genel, Countess.

Even though she wasn’t particularly wellliked by the Green family, she was a woman who shone due to her fame alone. Why, then, would she involve herself with Iris’s wedding, which was filled with bad rumors?

Britney threw the invitation away again and headed to the Duchess of Dennis Wittle, clicking her tongue. Dennis had called a famous designer and was looking at a catalog with his designs.

At Dennis’s gesture, the designer quietly exited the room.

“Mother. I, I need to go see Iris.”

“What?”

“You got Iris’s invitation, right? Since we’ll go to the wedding anyway, I want to go a little early.”

Britney wanted to see with her own eyes what was happening in the house of Count Green, and how Iris was being treated.

If Kevrant was being fooled by Iris and treating her preciously, she had to help him snap out of it.

It would be too late after the wedding.

“Why go there early? What good will that do?”

“It’s because it’s not a good thing that I have to go and check it out early. I also want to see how she’s hoodwinked Count Green.”

“Brit. Don’t stir up unnecessary trouble. Thanks to the gold mine that Count Green has given us, we’re enjoying life these days. What will you do if he cancels the wedding and asks for the gold mine back?”

“Would he do such a cheap thing? Rather, if he finds out later how stupid and ignorant Iris is, he might blame us.”

“Hmm.”

Britney shook the arm of Dennis, who looked unhappy.

“That’s why, mom. Let’s go quickly. We are Iris’s family, so who would say anything if we go a few days early? We can also take this opportunity to take a look at Count Green’s mansion.”

+++

The former Count and Countess Green arrived at the Green Count’s mansion.

Herena Green, who had once been the mistress of this mansion, looked around with fierce eyes.

There was little that had changed from when Herena had lived here.

Next, Herena’s gaze fell on Lisi and Kevrant, who had come to greet them.

The first thing that caught her eye was, of course, the large figure of Kevrant.

Kevrant wore an awkward smile, which Herena did not like.

In front of his parents, he wore such a smile.

Something must have gone wrong, terribly wrong.

Next, Herena turned her gaze to Lisi.

Lisi was looking at the old Count and Countess with an elegant but respectful posture, her hands neatly gathered in front of her.

Her emotionless face was like a doll, no, a statue that a god had painstakingly made.

Silver hair that seemed to be tinged with light pink, flowing over her shoulders tied back in a half updo, big eyes and lavender pupils beneath greenlike eyebrows. A pronounced nose and thick, red lips that matched well. From her small face, the elegant curve of her neck and her soft shoulders flowed.

Despite wearing a simple dress, she was glowing.

‘The flower of the Wittle Duke’s family…’

She certainly deserved such a title.

There wasn’t a single aspect of her appearance that could be criticized. She looked like a woman who had been pampered and treated like a precious object, never experiencing any hardship.

Perhaps the Duke of Wittle truly cherished his youngest daughter, so much so that he never exposed her to the world. That seemed like a real possibility.

After exchanging greetings, they moved on to the main hall.

In front of the reception room, Herena looked up at Kevrant and spoke.

“We want to have a separate conversation with Lady Wittle. You should go do your thing.”

“I can’t do that, Mother.”

Kevrant firmly declined and held Rishi’s hand.

Herena tried to gauge Rishi’s feelings about her hand being held, but she couldn’t read anything from the woman’s sculpted face.

“Kevrant Green. You got married without a word to your parents, and you can’t give me this much leeway?”

“I admit it was my fault to marry without telling you. However, this is a different issue. You call my wife Lady Wittle, how could I leave her alone?”

Herena was filled with anger.

A sinister premonition that Kevrant may have forced Rishi to come here with money gnawed at her, making her heart heavy.

Unlike Kevrant, who seemed to be smitten with Rishi, she couldn’t tell what Rishi was feeling at all.

“Kevrant Green.”

“Honey.”

Wyvern interrupted Herena’s angry voice.

Wyvern, who had been quietly observing Rishi, spoke while lightly placing his hand on Herena’s arm.

“Kevrant has a point, it would be better if we all went in together.”

“But…”

As Herena attempted to object, Wyvern gave a faint smile.

Herena realized that Rishi had won Wyvern’s favor.

It wasn’t just because of her pretty appearance.

Herena had faith that her husband wasn’t one to judge others based on their looks.

‘What did he see in her?’

Herena didn’t dislike Rishi. She just didn’t like the possibility that Kevrant may have forced Rishi into this situation.

Wyvern went into the reception room first, and Herena followed behind him.

On the reception room sofa, the Greens, a Duke and a Countess, sat facing each other.

“Lady Wittle.”

Herena decided to get straight to the point.

Rishi, who had been silently watching Herena, finally opened her mouth.

“Countess Green. Please call me Iris. Or you can call me Rishi.”

Her tone was polite but firm.

Herena was convinced that Rishi was not just a flower that had been carefully grown in a greenhouse.

Rishi added with a faint smile.

“And please treat me comfortably.”

The smile was so warm and gentle, Herena thought she would have liked to have a daughter like Rishi.

Because Jerezian Green was too disagreeable.