Who Did You Say My Father Is? - Chapter 49

I took another look at the dazzlingly beautiful woman, shining like sunlight.

Amidst the noblewomen, she stood out, a delicate wildflower radiating its own unique charm. Her bright, platinum-blonde hair, shimmering like it was touched by the sun, overflowed with luster, and her peach-toned, fair skin seemed to carry a delightful fragrance, even from afar.

Laila Tupper. As one could easily deduce from the overly glowing descriptions, she was none other than the female protagonist of the original story.

The classic character of a pure and innocent woman, unknowingly captivating all the men around her with her fatal beauty, unable to tolerate injustice, and a lover of animals.

Startled by the fact that I had encountered her, I almost jumped up during this solemn moment of silence, had Hannah not quickly grabbed my arm.

So, this is how I meet her here.

“She’s just as described.”

Indeed, Laila was beautiful, no, more than just beautiful – there was something endearingly lovable about her. No wonder the men around her were mesmerized.

After what seemed like an endless eulogy, Lady Pulcheria stood up. I wondered if it was appropriate for her to smile and extend her arms so openly at a funeral, even if it was her nephew’s. But then,

“Your Grace, Duke Albrecht has arrived.”

The person Lady Pulcheria welcomed with a smile, pausing her tear-wiping, was Karl. This was my first encounter with him since he made a scene about paternity confirmation at the manor. Strangely enough, I felt both a sense of welcome and resentment.

Technically, I had no relation to him, so there was no reason for resentment, but perhaps staying together for a few days had fostered a sense of familiarity.

Couldn’t he have informed me in advance about the funeral, or was it necessary to meet like this, without any prior notice?

After exchanging a few words with his aunt, Lady Pulcheria, Karl took his place in the main seating area. Given the throne’s vacancy, his position in the succession line must have been the reason for his prime seating.

“He doesn’t even glance this way.”

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