Whether Sikar likes me or not, it’s an act of consideration because of that.

However, he doesn’t show consideration unless it’s something necessary for himself.

Of course, there have been occasional instances where he showed consideration and treated me well, but it was always for a purpose.

However, putting the assassins to sleep, even when there was no apparent benefit for himself…

‘Why am I like this again? I promised not to get carried away. I need to snap out of it.’

Whether he likes me or not, it doesn’t matter. Considering what I’ve been through, just because he likes me doesn’t mean I’ll become soft and look favorably on him.

I am also a tough person to tough people.

My heart pounding is not because Sikar did something nice for me and pleasantly surprised me; it’s because I was surprised by the unexpected.

That’s all there is to it. Nothing more.

“Mother, what are you thinking?”

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing.”

Kian suddenly put down the fork he was holding with a worried look on his face and tightly held my hand.

“Mother, can I touch your forehead?”

Of course, you can. I replied in the gentlest and softest tone possible.

“But why the forehead all of a sudden?”

“Your face is turning red. I’m worried if something hurts.”

Is my face really red right now? No wonder I felt a bit feverish.

Sikar, putting down the water glass, spoke arrogantly as if everything was because of him.

“Yura often blushes in front of me. It’s normal for your face to turn red in front of someone you like. It’s not because she’s sick, so don’t worry.”

It wasn’t because I liked him; it was because I was angry back then.

Kian’s expression suddenly stiffened as he pondered deeply. His serious expression made me curious about what was going on.

Just when I became curious about what was happening, Kian approached cautiously and whispered to me.

“Um, Mother.”

“Yeah?”

“This is a secret.”

What could be a secret? Just because he said it was a secret, I somehow felt my heart pounding nervously.

“Lucy blushes every time she sees me. Could it be that Lucy likes me?”

Ah! How adorable. So he was quietly whispering.

But what am I going to do about this? Even if I whisper, Sikar will find out later through my memories. Even though I already know the original story, I won’t say much.

Still, I thought Sikar might feel excluded by whispering in front of him. However, he showed no interest in this direction.

Whether he knew he could see through my memories or was just uninterested in this direction, he seemed indifferent.

I looked at Kian with a pleasantly surprised expression.

“Did such a thing happen? It seems Lucy likes our Kian.”

This time, Kian’s face turned hot.
Sure. You probably like Lucy too. It’s natural for the male lead to like the female lead. Kian, don’t be embarrassed.

Kian lowered his head, then raised it with a shy look and hesitated before speaking to me.

“How about you, Mother…?”

“Huh?”

“If Lucy is to your liking… I mean, it’s more important that you like her than I do.”

If I say she’s to my liking, I’ll be ready for the wedding right away.

However, I can’t raise Kian as a mamaboy.

So, unlike before, I spoke with a slightly firm expression.

“Kian, even though we’re a family that loves each other, you have to make your own judgments. That way, you can become a wise and excellent person, especially since you’ll become a ruler.”

Especially Kian, who will become a ruler, needs to have better decision-making skills than anyone else.

“So, Kian, you have to make the choice yourself. Especially when it comes to liking someone. And I’ll always respect and support your choice.”

Kian seemed to be contemplating my words, then understood and brightened with a smile.

“I’ll remember that. Mother.”

“Then, shall we intertwine our little fingers?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Kian and I interlocked our little fingers like two affectionate lovers.

“However, since I’m still young, I want to become a well-behaved child who pleases Mother until I get older.”

Kian… Kian’s sincerity in how much he loves me seemed to be conveyed fully.

Although I’ve only adopted him, I’ve only read bedtime stories and put him to sleep, it felt like he loved me so much.

It was so heartwarming that it made my nose tingle. Still, I couldn’t cry in front of the child, so I smiled even brighter.

“I love you, Kian.”

“I love you, Mother.”

With our two interlocked hands, our faces pressed together warmly, a small thud-like sound was heard in front.

Turning my head, Sikar was placing a cup of milk tea in front of me.

“Kian, do you know what your mother’s favorite drink is?”

What an unexpected comment.

While I looked puzzled, Kian boldly lifted his chin.

“It’s milk tea!”

“Yeah, this is milk tea. Do you know how to make milk tea?”

Until just now, Kian was speaking confidently, but suddenly his mouth shut as if he was stuck.

At that moment, Sikar smirked, raised one corner of his mouth, and laughed as if mocking.

“You should at least know how to make this to claim you love someone.”