I Didn’t Lull You to Sleep Only for You to Be Obsessed With Me - Chapter 76

RP: Haebaragi_syk

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Chapter 39.1

“Yeah, go ahead. There’s still a month left until your birthday. Then, I’ll go meet Sophia. Be sure to do your homework while I’m gone.”

“Yes.”

Since Sophia had been hired as the baker for the cafe they were planning to open in the future, it wasn’t her job to make Asher’s cake. So, she planned to compensate Sophia appropriately in advance and placed a special order for the cake.

‘But wait a minute…’

April, walking down the hallway, sensed something strange and turned to look at Asher’s room, which was tightly closed.

‘Why has Asher become so quiet?’

She had expected him to be excited and full of energy when talking about birthday presents or cakes since he was usually a very lively and energetic child. However, the Asher she saw a little while ago, although she couldn’t put her finger on it, was somehow different from usual. It seemed like he didn’t have energy.

‘Is studying difficult?’

Well, it made sense. Considering he was only five years old, he didn’t have many classes to attend, though it must have been tiring for him to sit quietly in his room listening to boring lessons instead of freely playing around.

‘I’ll have to take Asher out to play again soon.’

April thought to herself as she turned towards Sophia.

Unaware of what was happening with Asher.

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While April and Sophia were discussing Asher’s birthday party cake.

After finishing all his homework, Asher headed to the study room to receive lessons from Mrs. Danvers. Mrs. Danvers, with her brown hair neatly tied up so not a strand fell out of place, scrutinized his notes with her strict and discerning eyes.

“Is this what you call homework?”

Asher, who was holding his hands together around his navel, flinched at the low whispering voice.

“I’ve been… working hard…”

“The writing is all messed up. How can you possibly be the heir to the Winterville family?”

As she said, the child’s writing was twisted like a worm crawling, though considering he had just started learning letters as a five-year-old, it was natural. April even praised him, saying he wrote much better than when she was five.

Asher muttered, remembering April’s soothing voice.

“But Sister April said I wrote well.”

Mrs. Danvers’s gaze, which was upright because she had pulled her hair up, became even more fierce.

“Ha, you mean that uneducated commoner woman. What would she know?!”

“But!”

Asher, who had been bowing his head, suddenly lifted it up.

“April is smart! She studies history, told me the names of nobles, and…!”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Mrs. Danvers interrupted Asher and threw his penmanship practice notebook to the floor. At her glare, he scooped them up and sat down at his desk.

“Start writing again from the beginning.”

The child held a quill pen and began to write the alphabet in the blank space. Despite trying hard, the letters came out crooked.

The next moment, Mrs. Danvers slapped his upper thigh sharply with a thin cane.

“Aaht.”

As Asher flinched, his hand shook violently, and the stroke of the letter stretched out messily. Then, Mrs. Danvers struck the back of the child’s hand.

A red line appeared on the chubby, white back of his hand.

“Wrong. Write it again from the beginning.”

Even though he tried hard again and again, what came back was relentless caning. Eventually, Mrs. Danvers clicked her tongue when the child silently shed tears.

“This is why commoners shouldn’t be allowed. I wonder what the Young Master’s mother taught you, well, she couldn’t have taught you anything since she’s already dead.”

Asher gritted his teeth.

His mother had died when he was two years old, but he faintly remembered the warm embrace she used to give him.

〈 Asher, my precious baby. 〉

He also remembered the lullabies softly sung in his ear. In the child’s memory, his mother was a warmer person than anyone else.

He didn’t deserve to hear such things just because he was a commoner. But now, as a five-year-old, he didn’t know how to respond to the harsh words of his teacher. He was burning inside, and though he had many things he wanted to say, clear sentences wouldn’t come out.

“The same goes for that woman, whether her name was April or Emily. Associating with such a commoner woman, it’s no wonder that even after a month of staying at the mansion, the Young Master still shows no sign of noble dignity.”

This time, Asher thought of April’s face. She was as kind a person as his mother.

How warm and soft her hot chocolate was. He felt like his body was getting fuzzy when he drank her hot chocolate with her.

“So, keep trying and trying. Otherwise, you’ll be driven away, regardless of whether you’re the successor or not. Just like the Young Master’s mother.”

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