Chapter 27
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Remembering the conversation they shared recently was enough to give her a headache. She didn’t expect the name of “Vendons Barony” to come out of his lips. He didn’t have the slightest respect for Liv, a home tutor, and it was clear that he wanted to laugh at her.
If it wasn’t for the weight of the envelope that Adolf gave her, she might have run away.
The money was too much for her to give it up for reasons such as mental fatigue.
Liv tried hard to pull herself together and face Camille.
“I’m afraid my request for advice is troubling you.”
“It’s really okay. You said it’s about Millian, so I should know.”
It was because of Millian that she was sitting face to face with Camille in this tired state. He sent her a very serious and long letter saying he had something to consult about Millian.
He was such an eloquent writer that Liv, who had no intention of meeting him, changed her mind at once.
“I’ve only heard that Millian is sick and will not be able to attend the class for a while. Did something happen to Millian?”
Liv came to remember that it had been a while since the class was on break, but she hadn’t heard from the Vendons about starting it again. Camille frowned and nodded cautiously at Liv’s question.
“Well, maybe. I’ve been asked to teach one day and take the next day off, but… Now that I think about it, I realize that Millian I saw in class was not her usual self.”
To begin with, Millian was a very healthy child and she would run around when everyone else had a cold.
Liv was quite envious whenever she saw it from time to time. She had thought to herself dozens of times that it would be great if Coryda could have at least half of that physical strength.
Thus, it was true that she was surprised to hear that Millian was sick. But she thought she would get well soon…
“What do you mean by not her usual self?”
“Yes. As you already know, Millian is a happy and cheerful girl. But in the last class, she looked very depressed. Rather than being sick, she looked like she had a lot of worries. But when I asked her, she didn’t say anything.”
When she heard that, she immediately thought of Millian’s birthday party. The appearance of the Marquis of Dietrion, which no one could have expected. Millian who was embarrassed, and the young girls of her age who looked at her strangely.
Liv was well aware of how broad the range of emotions young girls at that age could have. And how they express those emotions without moderation. In the aristocratic society, the low position with abundant wealth could be interpreted differently from person to person.
However, she erased the thought right away. It was not a matter that could be hastily conjectured.
“When I heard that she was sick, I thought I was fired because there was a problem with my class. But then I heard that all the classes were suspended. You are the closest teacher to Millian, so I called you because I thought you might know something. This may sound materialistic, but I’m also concerned if the break will be long because it will interfere with my life.”
Liv let out a low lamentation at Camille’s earnest words. As she felt sorry for doubting that he might have had other intentions in the meeting under the pretext of Millian, she took the conversation more seriously.
Liv, in fact, didn’t feel that she was the closest teacher to Millian. Although she felt a certain affinity with Millian, who was close to Coryda’s age, she was not a home tutor who moved into the Vendons’ residence, and the method of visiting and teaching only on a set date was the same as that of other teachers.
She did, however, admit to some degree that Millian was comfortable with her. Being the closest in age to her, Liv’s casual demeanor outside of class was one of the reasons Millian found her so approachable.
It was the kind of relationship where if Millian had a problem, she would come to Liv.
“Well, I haven’t… heard anything in particular. Actually, I haven’t seen Millian since the birthday party.”
“Is that true?”
“I don’t think there wasn’t a problem with your class, Mr. Marcel. If there had been, Baroness Vendons would have told you right away.”
Camille looked dubious, but nodded readily.
“I seem to have thought rashly. It calms me down to hear your words, Miss Rhodes.”
“I didn’t tell you anything particularly helpful.”
“Not really…”
“Liv?”
A loud voice intervened between the moderately staid and formal conversation.
Liv, who raised her head to the familiar voice, opened her eyes wide.
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Remembering the conversation they shared recently was enough to give her a headache. She didn’t expect the name of “Vendons Barony” to come out of his lips. He didn’t have the slightest respect for Liv, a home tutor, and it was clear that he wanted to laugh at her.
If it wasn’t for the weight of the envelope that Adolf gave her, she might have run away.
The money was too much for her to give it up for reasons such as mental fatigue.
Liv tried hard to pull herself together and face Camille.
“I’m afraid my request for advice is troubling you.”
“It’s really okay. You said it’s about Millian, so I should know.”
It was because of Millian that she was sitting face to face with Camille in this tired state. He sent her a very serious and long letter saying he had something to consult about Millian.
He was such an eloquent writer that Liv, who had no intention of meeting him, changed her mind at once.
“I’ve only heard that Millian is sick and will not be able to attend the class for a while. Did something happen to Millian?”
Liv came to remember that it had been a while since the class was on break, but she hadn’t heard from the Vendons about starting it again. Camille frowned and nodded cautiously at Liv’s question.
“Well, maybe. I’ve been asked to teach one day and take the next day off, but… Now that I think about it, I realize that Millian I saw in class was not her usual self.”
To begin with, Millian was a very healthy child and she would run around when everyone else had a cold.
Liv was quite envious whenever she saw it from time to time. She had thought to herself dozens of times that it would be great if Coryda could have at least half of that physical strength.
Thus, it was true that she was surprised to hear that Millian was sick. But she thought she would get well soon…
“What do you mean by not her usual self?”
“Yes. As you already know, Millian is a happy and cheerful girl. But in the last class, she looked very depressed. Rather than being sick, she looked like she had a lot of worries. But when I asked her, she didn’t say anything.”
When she heard that, she immediately thought of Millian’s birthday party. The appearance of the Marquis of Dietrion, which no one could have expected. Millian who was embarrassed, and the young girls of her age who looked at her strangely.
Liv was well aware of how broad the range of emotions young girls at that age could have. And how they express those emotions without moderation. In the aristocratic society, the low position with abundant wealth could be interpreted differently from person to person.
However, she erased the thought right away. It was not a matter that could be hastily conjectured.
“When I heard that she was sick, I thought I was fired because there was a problem with my class. But then I heard that all the classes were suspended. You are the closest teacher to Millian, so I called you because I thought you might know something. This may sound materialistic, but I’m also concerned if the break will be long because it will interfere with my life.”
Liv let out a low lamentation at Camille’s earnest words. As she felt sorry for doubting that he might have had other intentions in the meeting under the pretext of Millian, she took the conversation more seriously.
Liv, in fact, didn’t feel that she was the closest teacher to Millian. Although she felt a certain affinity with Millian, who was close to Coryda’s age, she was not a home tutor who moved into the Vendons’ residence, and the method of visiting and teaching only on a set date was the same as that of other teachers.
She did, however, admit to some degree that Millian was comfortable with her. Being the closest in age to her, Liv’s casual demeanor outside of class was one of the reasons Millian found her so approachable.
It was the kind of relationship where if Millian had a problem, she would come to Liv.
“Well, I haven’t… heard anything in particular. Actually, I haven’t seen Millian since the birthday party.”
“Is that true?”
“I don’t think there wasn’t a problem with your class, Mr. Marcel. If there had been, Baroness Vendons would have told you right away.”
Camille looked dubious, but nodded readily.
“I seem to have thought rashly. It calms me down to hear your words, Miss Rhodes.”
“I didn’t tell you anything particularly helpful.”
“Not really…”
“Liv?”
A loud voice intervened between the moderately staid and formal conversation.
Liv, who raised her head to the familiar voice, opened her eyes wide.
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Remembering the conversation they shared recently was enough to give her a headache. She didn't expect the name of Vendons Barony to come out of his lips. He didn't have the slightest respect for Liv, a home tutor, and it was clear that he wanted to laugh at her.If it wasn't for the weight of the envelope that Adolf gave her, she might have run away.The money was too much for her to give it up for reasons such as mental fatigue.Liv tried hard to pull herself together and face Camille.I'm afraid my request for advice is troubling you.It's really okay. You said it's about Millian, so I should know.It was because of Millian that she was sitting face to face with Camille in this tired state. He sent her a very serious and long letter saying he had something to consult about Millian.He was such an eloquent writer that Liv, who had no intention of meeting him, changed her mind at once.I've only heard that Millian is sick and will not be able to attend the class for a while. Did something happen to Millian?Liv came to remember that it had been a while since the class was on break, but she hadn't heard from the Vendons about starting it again. Camille frowned and nodded cautiously at Liv's question.Well, maybe. I've been asked to teach one day and take the next day off, but Now that I think about it, I realize that Millian I saw in class was not her usual self.To begin with, Millian was a very healthy child and she would run around when everyone else had a cold.Liv was quite envious whenever she saw it from time to time. She had thought to herself dozens of times that it would be great if Coryda could have at least half of that physical strength.Thus, it was true that she was surprised to hear that Millian was sick. But she thought she would get well soonWhat do you mean by not her usual self?Yes. As you already know, Millian is a happy and cheerful girl. But in the last class, she looked very depressed. Rather than being sick, she looked like she had a lot of worries. But when I asked her, she didn't say anything.When she heard that, she immediately thought of Millian's birthday party. The appearance of the Marquis of Dietrion, which no one could have expected. Millian who was embarrassed, and the young girls of her age who looked at her strangely.Liv was well aware of how broad the range of emotions young girls at that age could have. And how they express those emotions without moderation. In the aristocratic society, the low position with abundant wealth could be interpreted differently from person to person.However, she erased the thought right away. It was not a matter that could be hastily conjectured.When I heard that she was sick, I thought I was fired because there was a problem with my class. But then I heard that all the classes were suspended. You are the closest teacher to Millian, so I called you because I thought you might know something. This may sound materialistic, but I'm also concerned if the break will be long because it will interfere with my life.Liv let out a low lamentation at Camille's earnest words. As she felt sorry for doubting that he might have had other intentions in the meeting under the pretext of Millian, she took the conversation more seriously.Liv, in fact, didn't feel that she was the closest teacher to Millian. Although she felt a certain affinity with Millian, who was close to Coryda's age, she was not a home tutor who moved into the Vendons' residence, and the method of visiting and teaching only on a set date was the same as that of other teachers.She did, however, admit to some degree that Millian was comfortable with her. Being the closest in age to her, Liv's casual demeanor outside of class was one of the reasons Millian found her so approachable.It was the kind of relationship where if Millian had a problem, she would come to Liv.Well, I haven't heard anything in particular. Actually, I haven't seen Millian since the birthday party.Is that true?I don't think there wasn't a problem with your class, Mr. Marcel. If there had been, Baroness Vendons would have told you right away.Camille looked dubious, but nodded readily.I seem to have thought rashly. It calms me down to hear your words, Miss Rhodes.I didn't tell you anything particularly helpful.Not reallyLiv?A loud voice intervened between the moderately staid and formal conversation.Liv, who raised her head to the familiar voice, opened her eyes wide.If you find any errors broken links, non-standard content, etc.. , Please let us know or tag admin in comments so we can fix it as soon as possible.
