The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 114

There was once a time when a treatment method called mineral therapy became popular here. It was a folk remedy based on the belief that if a patient carried ore on their body, the harmful energies causing their illness would transfer into the stone, leading to a swift recovery.

Thanks to this belief, people rushed to buy up ores, and among them, clear quartz was especially prized as the ideal mineral for absorbing bad energies.

However, no matter how much quartz they carried, no one’s illness ever improved. Thus, the fad of mineral therapy faded away, and simultaneously, the quartz mines lost most of their value.

Yet now, Anette had specifically ordered that she absolutely must acquire a mine producing quartz—something utterly useless even if excavated.

〈Actually, that mine… was part of the late Marchioness Fosse’s dowry. So… the late Anette’s—no, our mother’s. Haha, our mother, yes. It was part of our mother’s dowry.〉

Instead of elaborating logically, Anette simply wiped her mouth.

〈When Mother was on her deathbed, she insisted that the mine be left to me—*sob sob*. So when I was getting married, I begged Father, ‘Please include that mine in my dowry!’… You know, Sir Daniel, that I don’t get along well with my stepmother.〉

To make her story even more dramatic, she added further details about the quartz mine owned by House Fosse.

〈But when my stepmother saw how desperately I wanted it, she whispered into Father’s ear that there must be something valuable hidden in that mine… No, no—I’m sure my stepmother just did it because she dislikes me. Mother, I’m sorry! You wanted to give it to me!〉

The contrast between the villainous Marchioness Fosse and the pitifully devoted daughter Anette was perfect. The narrative was flawless. Daniel was already in tears.

Whether or not that mine had truly been part of the late Marchioness Fosse’s dowry, who cared?

It was all lies anyway.

〈Sir Daniel, now you understand what that mine means to me, don’t you?〉

〈Huh… My Lady. I swear I will return that mine to your hands! For the sake of the late Marchioness Fosse herself!〉

If investigated thoroughly, countless facts would surface—perhaps the mine had never been listed among the Marchioness Fosse’s dowry items, or perhaps Anette had never actually requested its inclusion in her own dowry.

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