To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 77

Following the incident at the imperial princess’s birthday banquet, news of the broken engagement between the crown prince and Princess Viare Ruschef flooded the empire’s media one after another.

Gossip columns had already been overflowing with endless speculation about what had happened between them, leaving Viare able to do nothing but smile bitterly.

Attention had also turned toward the young lady who had appeared bearing Ivan’s illegitimate child—fortunately, unlike in the past, they were now under the protection of House Kaennderson.

Duke Ruschef, who had left the banquet with a stern expression, seemed to have sorted through his thoughts and came to Viare’s room, attempting to persuade her.

Still clinging stubbornly to the hope of his daughter becoming crown princess, he candidly shared details about the crown prince’s current predicament.

He claimed Ivan had finally pulled himself out of a days-long drunken stupor and was now attending to state affairs.

The duke’s intentions in personally visiting her room to meticulously relay information she had no need to know were painfully transparent—Viare nearly let out a mocking laugh.

Watching this, Gaisen snapped in irritation, “If Father likes the crown prince so much, why doesn’t he get engaged to him himself?” forcing the duke to retreat to his own chamber with a sour expression.

‘Perhaps I should consider it fortunate that Father hasn’t changed at all.’

Ever since witnessing the duke’s repulsive true colors, merely sharing a meal with him made her skin crawl and her stomach churn.

He had still been her beloved father once—she’d even harbored a small hope that perhaps, somehow, he might change. But that Viare no longer existed.

She felt only gratitude toward the duke for his unwavering, consistent attitude, which ensured her heart wouldn’t grow soft again.

For the time being, public opinion in high society would be a chaotic mix of sympathy for Viare and outright disdain, fueling countless rumors.

Unintentionally confined to her quarters under the diagnosis of “heartbreak from a broken engagement,” she now sat by the window, gazing only at the towering tree outside.

Viare, who had been ceaselessly busy until recently, finally realized the fullness of midsummer only after filling her eyes with the lush, green leaves.

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