How to Survive as the Wife of the Monster Duke - Chapter 86

Bertha never settled down in one place. Despite her old age, she went around the entire continent. She went to places she wanted, settled where she wanted and worked on what she wanted. Then if she foresaw a situation where she was needed, she moved again.

“Like now,” Bertha laughed.

“Then you moved around anywhere before this?”

“Of course,” she nodded at Ilyin’s words, “You thought I left Arlen because I disliked it?”

Ilyin couldn’t say no. She blushed.

Rarely. Very Rarely. If she said never, she’d be lying. In the mansion, mostly when something bad happened. Whenever she heard mean words from Viscount Arlen, or when her mother didn’t recognize her.

Then she felt like she needed a place to vent and sometimes she thought that place could be her grandmother but as her grandmother hadn’t told her where she lived, there was no way she could find her. So, when Ilyin was young, she thought that her grandmother hated her.

If it wasn’t for her grandmother slapping the Viscount’s face, she might have thought that the entire time. Like always, the incident took place when Viscount Arlen asked and bullied Ilyin about whether she had a dream about him.

Her grandmother, who happened to be visiting, slapped the Viscount. That day, she felt relieved. That there was someone who cared about her but then she just disappeared again.

“If it wasn’t for the Viscount, I would’ve stayed here!” Bertha said angrily.

She waved her hand like she was holding something but then she saw her empty hand in vain. The cane she carried around was propped against the wall.

Ilyin asked after listening, “So my father really…. forbade you from coming here?”

“Apparently his cheek is too precious,” Bertha spat out annoyingly.

“Anyways, you really still look at him as your father?”

Ilyin laughed awkwardly. She also didn’t want to acknowledge Viscount Arlen as her father but the habit that grew from living in the mansion for 20 years didn’t seem to go away so easily.

“You don’t have to live so kindly, dear,” Bertha looked at her with concern, “You can live more cruelly.”

Ilyin eyes widened at Bertha’s words.

“You can be as cruel as you want.” “No, that’s not even that bad.” It was the same thing Aden said.

Bertha laughed, “I only saw your happiness in my dream.”

She put her hands on the table between them and on the table was the mobile that the Viscountess had left Ilyin. Bertha shook the mobile gently and the ten accessories reflected different lights.

“Won’t you…. come with us?” Ilyin asked while staring at the mobile. She wanted to say “to the winter region” but held back in case someone was listening.

“To where you are?”

There was no way her grandmother, who saw through dreams, didn’t know where that was. Ilyin carefully nodded.

Her heart pounded quietly. She didn’t know when she would meet her grandmother again once she returned to the winter region. If her grandmother couldn’t stay in Arlen, then couldn’t she just ask Den to have her come to Biftlen?

Is it too much to ask?

“You’re trying to freeze me to death.” Bertha pretended to be angry. Of course, the upward corners of her lips couldn’t hide the joke and Ilyin let out a sigh.

She was reminded of how cold the winter region was and how hard it was to adjust to. She had no choice as she married Aden, but that wasn’t the case for Bertha. Even though Bertha looked very healthy, she was still old.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be.” Bertha let out a laugh, “Tell me when it gets a little warmer.”

“That place….”

Would it ever get warmed? Ilyin stopped herself from saying it. She remembered how Aden said that he would bring summer back.

“Also, if I go, wouldn’t I bother the newly-weds?”

Bertha’s mischievous laughter seemed to hint that she knew everything. Ilyin, with her face turning completely red, turned her gaze to the mobile.

Blue, white, red, yellow, green, black, purple, orange, grey, brown. The mobile that was decorated with ten different colored silk was very fancy. Ilyin looked at the familiar mobile that was shaking in Bertha’s hand.

“You take this,” Bertha gave the mobile to Ilyin, “It should’ve gone to you earlier.”

Ilyin took the mobile. She was thinking about taking it anyway. She didn’t want to throw out an item that her mother managed to give with the help of a dream. Yes, it would remind her of her mother, but she didn’t want to ignore it.

“I wanted it when I was child,” Ilyin said as she shook the mobile and the ten different colors reflected up in the air and glimmered in their own ways.

“It was in my room when I was little, but it disappeared one day.”

The reason she was so familiar with the mobile wasn’t only because she kept seeing it in her foresights. She thought about when it disappeared, then remembered that it had happened not too long after what happened to Sid.

When she was little, she remembered that she asked a maid to bring any mobile. The maid, with an annoyed face, brought a very old mobile. This was the item that hung in Ilyin’s room. She remembered how she felt empty when it disappeared.

Now that her mother finally gave it to her meant that it was her mother who took the mobile from her room. Ilyin shook the mobile again.

“It looks like mom also didn’t like me having more foresights.”

It was hard to deny the link between the mobile and her ability of foresight as it showed up in every foresight she had.

“It’s not like you wouldn’t have dreams if you didn’t have the mobile.” Bertha sighed, shaking the mobile as she spoke.

“That’s right.”

Even without it Ilyin had foresights. She remembered she had foresights of her first night with Aden. She blushed a little and looked at Bertha.

“Did you make this?”

As Bertha knew about the item, Ilyin naturally thought that.

After mom married, did Bertha give it to her after she was pregnant with me? Ilyin looked at the item and realized that maybe it wasn’t as old as she thought.