I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 15.2

Chapter 15.2

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As time passed, the conversations about me and Trish became even more noisy instead of subsiding.

I even had paparazzi following me to find out about our relationship, and I honestly wondered if there was any need to go that far. There would be nothing to be gained from following me. Even more so because no one knew about my previous deeds.

Regardless of that, Trish always enjoyed his daily life in a relaxed manner. That level of interest seemed to be familiar to him.

Today was a day as important as the day we got permission to get married.

It was the first meeting between the two families.

The baroness helped me greatly when it came to bringing Baron Delphonie, who was still trying to figure out his standing in this.

When the baroness returned to the mansion after a long time and I informed her of my marriage to Trish, she nodded, saying she had already heard the news.

“You’re my daughter after all, so you have a good eye. What if his relationship with women is a little complicated? You can also have a lover.”

Since she was an openly cheating mother, the advice she gave her daughter was also spicy.

“So how did you do it? Was it the bed skills that I taught you?”

“Ah, Mother!”

The level of conversation was so intense that it was hard to even think about it.

Regardless, the baroness calmly explained to Baron Delphonie that it was more profitable to be in-laws with the Malekiah family than to send me to Viscount Lowell.

“Ahem, but I already made a pledge…”

“Oh my, but I don’t remember giving permission? And you can say that the younger son of Count Malekiah proposed first. If the two of them love each other, who are we to stop them from getting married?”

“Hm.”

In the end, the baron hinted at me to arrange a meeting with Count Malekiah, pretending to be indifferent, and I consulted with Trish and naturally set a date.

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Inside the Malekiah mansion, enveloped in a heavy atmosphere. We gathered in the dining room for lunch, but I could barely eat.

Even though there were rows of food that were incomparably more expensive and fancier than those eaten in the Delphonie household, I had completely lost my appetite.

I wasn’t sure what kind of attitude the baron and baroness would show, so it made me worried. The two were aristocrats, so they would respond well, but perhaps they would say something unexpected and different from what I had planned.

Fortunately, simple conversations followed, such as whether everyone cared about the awkward atmosphere, asking about social issues, and everyday conversations such as talking about the weather.

After an extremely uncomfortable meal, it was only after I refreshed my mouth with dessert that I was able to breathe.

The conversation that had been going on for so long was finally getting to the point.

The count put down his fork and asked Baron Delphonie, “What is your preferred wedding date? The lady said that she would like it to be as fast as possible.”

“Ah, the date of the wedding. Ahem, but there is one problem that needs to be resolved before we can set that date.”

I almost dropped the spoon I was using to eat the sorbet when I heard the baron’s answer.

Was he thinking of ruining everything now?

“I don’t know if my daughter told you about it, but in fact, there was one person who talked about marriage. It was Viscount Lowell, and I was in trouble because he coveted our daughter despite it being indecent.”

“Lowell? Isn’t Viscount Lowell too old and hasn’t he already been married twice?”

“I don’t know the details either, but I heard that he was looking for a new marriage partner. He contacted me not long ago.”

It was funny how he lied without even stuttering.

It was difficult to solve what he had done, so he was trying to take care of it by omitting the backstory and borrowing the power of the Malekiah family.

But that was a lie. He was actually trying to sell off his daughter. That attitude was shameless.

However, if I went against him at this point, the meeting that had been concluded could have gone wrong at best, so even if it was unfair, I had to stay still with my mouth closed.

Just then, Trish, who had finished his sorbet and was sitting still and stirring his coffee, opened his mouth.

“That’s not what I heard. I heard that the Baron was the one who promoted the marriage talks first.”