The Ghost Lady Of The Duke’s Family

A lovely child and a reliable husband, sharing a harmonious and happy newlywed life between them. Perhaps a series of moments that would be purely happy even if exchanged for life – or so I thought, but I really died. …Huh? * * * ‘I didn’t mean I actually wanted to die though?!’ I certainly just went to sleep and woke up, but when I came to my senses, I was a translucent body floating in the air. This is troublesome. -Hey, can’t you see me? You over there too? …Butler? Housekeeper? It’s confusing enough that 4 years have passed since I died and that I’ve become a ghost….. “…Mom?” -…. “M-Mom? …Is that you?” It seemed that only my four-year-old son could see my ghost body. With no other choice, I pretended to be a guardian spirit sent by his mother and stayed by the child’s side, but now I could clearly see that he had been neglected in the attic of the annex all this time, and my vision darkened. As if that wasn’t enough- -Honey, how long have you been staying here? “I’m not a baby….” -…I see. Then what’s your name? “…Young Master?” …He doesn’t even have a name at four years old. Has my husband X gone mad? Where’s all that gushing gratitude for giving birth now! I vowed to shake him down when my husband, who was said to be on a campaign, returns. I’ll take revenge for making the child suffer. I gritted my teeth thinking that. But….. ‘What kind of state is that?’ With his haggard appearance, sharp eyes under dark circles. I was shocked at how different he looked from the last time I saw him. “I can’t remember what your voice sounded like anymore….” He was no longer in his right mind, having collapsed after losing his wife.