Saved by Crazy Stepfather! - Chapter 95-1

Of course, Sylvie wasn’t going to answer what I asked.

“It’s not for you. It’s because you’re sick so my food is a bit pitiful. This is all for me.”

That was the end of the story. Somehow, Sylvie, who was avoiding my eyes as if he was embarrassed, stared at me and jumped out of the window again.

“Are you going?”

“Yes, I have a lot of work to do, so try to eat it.”

“…But it doesn’t look good.”

“Hey, it’s good, so make sure you chew it.”

“Okay, I’ll eat it after seeing you being sincere.”
However, as soon as the word ‘sincere’ came out, Sylvie, who was about to run outside, sat in place and turned his head.

“It’s not sincere! It’s very common when you go outside! It’s not such a precious herb that you have to turn over all the stones since it can only be found under them. So no, it didn’t contain any sincerity.”

‘It’s full of sincerity.’

Sylvie’s front feet, seen one step later, were particularly scruffy.

“Okay, then you didn’t put sincerity into it, but I’ll eat the herbs you brought me well.”

“Yes.”

Contrary to the fact that he was about to leave, Sylvie didn’t go until I put the herb in my mouth. Eventually I had to chew on the seemingly bitter herb.

“It’s bitter…”

Only then did the satisfied wolf disappear out of the window.

“I don’t want to eat it… but I should eat it.”

I thought it would take a lot of trouble to bring it to me.

Somehow, my heart tickled. When I lived with my mom, I felt guilty when I was sick. If I got sick in a place where there was nothing to eat or lie down comfortably, my mom wouldn’t be able to sleep because she was nursing me all night and even gave me food.

But the pain here was a little different.

Everyone was worried about me.

After I got sick, I knew exactly what other people thought of me.

Cecilia, who was grumbling, was worried about me more than anyone else and was busy changing the towel on my forehead all night, like my mother.

Allen, who was like a colt, confessed his feelings, saying that he would smile because of me.

Sylvie, who was the silver wolf, fetched herbs for me until his feet were dirty.

Not to mention my dad.

‘I’m being loved.’

I turned my head slightly and looked at my mother, who was asleep.

Mom, open your eyes. I want to show my mom how much love I’m getting. It was a day I wanted to say that this was the place where we could rest.

A few more days passed since then.

Curiously, as soon as I ate all the herbs that Sylvie gave me, the fever went down.

Still, my worried dad told me not to come out of my room for a few days, and in the end, time passed.

Contrary to my expectation that it would change rapidly while I was lying down, the atmosphere of the Grand Duke’s house was quiet.

Harris, in particular, was unusually quiet. I didn’t know if it was because of Aster’s first appearance, but Aster didn’t look for me either, as if to keep distance.

‘I want to see you.’

I couldn’t erase the feeling I felt when I first saw Aster. Aster was admirable to the point where I wondered if there was anyone else so interesting.

She’s just a cool person. She looked great with her hair tied up, and she was able to suppress Dad in one go.

“Ha…”

“Why are you signing so much?”

“…Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you start carrying me around?”

Dad was surprised, as if he had been caught on to that.

Dad, who said I couldn’t go out of the room, was fine as long as he’s confident. It was him that took me for a walk. Of course he held me so I was not walking.

“It’s… well…”

“I’m not a baby. I can walk.”

“But just in case. You were sick.”

“I’ve recovered from my illness.”

I thought he would drop me off if I said this much, but my dad never dropped me off. No wonder when Cecilia tried to get my shoes for me, I was puzzled since my dad wouldn’t let me wear them.

I guess he didn’t even let me take my shows with me since he wanted to carry me.

“Anyway, I’m worried, so let’s go around like this for a while.”

“…If I don’t hug you like this, won’t you even let me out?”

“Sure.”

“…”

“Oh, no. Well, I’ll let you in a few days, haha.”

My dad, who laughed awkwardly, made eye contact with me and smiled widely. It was a laugh that couldn’t have been seen before; a face that looked genuinely happy.

“There’s nothing I can do.”