I Don't Need the Grand Duke's Regret - Chapter 176
“Still, it feels a bit wasteful to give Durante that much money. Maybe I should have told you not to lend it?”
“Just think of it as money spent towards achieving what you want.”
Ricardo chuckled softly. It amused him that, as a princess of a kingdom, she was concerned about his finances.
Just the fact that he could have a conversation with Mirabel made Ricardo feel that the 70,000 Brahe was worth it.
In reality, money meant little to him.
He had accumulated enough wealth to last him for the rest of his life and for generations to come.
But in his world, the only things money couldn’t buy were what truly mattered.
Take Renato, for example.
The reason Ricardo had insisted on sending knights to Adalberto’s land and sourcing grain was because there was no other way to address the damage caused by the snowstorm.
Otherwise, there was no way to transport grain to Renato in the middle of winter.
Even if he spent tens of thousands of Brahe, he couldn’t stop the snowstorm or clear the snow to deliver grain to Renato.
Furthermore, no amount of money would change Mirabel’s heart.
“Thank you.”
So, if he could see her smile for just 70,000 Brahe, how lucky he was.
Even though he knew she didn’t think of him at all, Ricardo was content.
Just being allowed to be in the same space as her was enough happiness for him.
“Anything you want…”
Ricardo, as he was answering Mirabel, suddenly contorted his face in pain. He couldn’t finish his sentence and clutched his chest tightly.
“Hah…”
“Ricardo?”
Mirabel, who had been smiling faintly while thinking of Durante’s downfall, was suddenly startled.
Ricardo, who had seemed calm just a moment ago, had turned pale and was trembling.
“What’s wrong!”
“Ugo, Ugo…”
“I know.”
Mirabel pulled the rope at Ricardo’s whispered request.
As soon as she released the rope, Ricardo collapsed to the floor. His large body curled up, and he trembled, as if trying to suppress the pain.
“Huh, hahh…”
Seeing Ricardo shivering uncontrollably, Mirabel grabbed his hand. The thick veins stood out on the back of his hand as it touched the floor.
“What’s happening? Should I cast a healing spell?”
“It’s no use…”
“Your Grace!”
As Ricardo answered while sweating heavily, Ugo rushed in. After seeing Ricardo’s condition, Ugo quickly grabbed several vials from his medical bag and began mixing the medicine.
“I told you, you absolutely cannot move for at least three days!”
Ugo scolded Ricardo as he shook the vial, then grabbed Ricardo’s chin and opened his mouth.
“Swallow it all. You have to take it.”
“Kugh…”
Ricardo trembled all over, but reluctantly accepted the medicine from Ugo. His appearance was that of a wounded beast on the verge of death. Mirabel was deeply shocked.
“Quickly, take him to the bedroom!”
As Mirabel was left in shock, several guards appeared and supported Ricardo. The guards struggled to manage his large frame, nearly clinging to him as they moved.
Mirabel, who had been tending to him, looked at Ugo with a confused expression.
“Wasn’t he supposed to be better? I thought… he just needed to rest for a bit.”
Ugo lowered his gaze as soon as the princess spoke to him. He responded in a stiff voice
“I can’t give details, as the patient refuses to share.”
“Even though he got hurt saving me?”
“It has nothing to do with that. Excuse me.”
Ugo quickly packed his medical bag, so Mirabel couldn’t ask more questions. Left alone in the sitting room, Mirabel watched him leave with a bewildered look.
* * *
“Ah-.”
Following Sophie’s voice, Charles’ red lips opened wide. As the small silver spoon with purple liquid slid into his mouth, his cute face scrunched up like he was about to cry.
“Bitteeerrr.”
“You need to drink it so you won’t get it. See, Luce also takes her medicine well.”
Sophie pointed to Luce to comfort Charles. Luce, as if to show off, took a spoonful of powdered medicine.
“Bitter medicine is good for you!”
Despite the bruise still on her cheek, Luce smiled, and Charles nodded.
“That’s right, Charles. See? It’s all better now, you took your medicine.”
Mirabel quickly put a candy into Charles’ mouth.
“Hihi.”
Charles’ cheeks puffed out as big as the candy, and the whining from earlier was replaced by a happy hum.
“Is that a song I haven’t heard before? Where did you learn it?”
“Luce taught me! Here, like this.”
“Really? Teach me too.”
Sophie said as she sat Charles on her lap. The child sat on her lap, kicking his feet, repeating the song one syllable at a time.
Luce, who had been listening closely to Charles’ song, raised her second finger and said sternly,
“That’s not it. Like this, mmm, mm. Mm, mm.”
“Mmm, mm. Mm!”
The child giggled and began singing with Luce. Mirabel rested her chin in her hand, absentmindedly listening to the two’s singing.
The image of Ricardo from not long ago wouldn’t leave her mind.
The ragged breathing in pain, and the beautiful face contorting in agony. It was as if the pain was so intense it could stop even those nearby from breathing.
‘If it wasn’t internal injuries, then what was it?’
The Ricardo Mirabel knew was strong. Strong and healthy.
He was unaffected by most pains and didn’t show minor illness. To see him struggle so, it meant it wasn’t ordinary pain.
‘His complexion was bad even back then.’
Mirabel remembered when Ricardo gave Charles his medicine. At the time, he looked on the verge of collapsing.
‘The medicine…’
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