I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 28.2

Chapter 28.2

Trish reflexively burst into laughter; a laughter closer to ridicule than because he liked what I said.

I was complimenting him purely, without any sarcasm.

“Yeah. The only thing I can boast about is that I resemble my mother. That’s the only thing.”

Perhaps because he lowered his head, Trish looked a little creepy with his smiling mouth hidden in the shade and his eyes without any shine.

An atmosphere that became unusually cold when family stories were brought up.

Unlike the counts’ attitude towards their son, Trish’s gaze towards them was never kind.

I stared quietly at his profile, then opened my mouth.

“What do you not like about your parents?”

“What?”

“We both hate our parents the same way. But there must be a reason why we don’t like them.”

There was no hostility for no reason. Especially if it was someone related by blood, like his parents.

Not only in reality, but also in many novels, there were many unhappy families.

Families were the source of discord for a variety of reasons. If I knew the reason why Trish hated his parents, I could at least watch out for related conversations or help resolve the cause of the disagreement.

“In my case, I don’t like my father because he wanted to sell his daughter, and I don’t like that my mother keeps having affairs and doesn’t pay attention to her family. The main reason I pushed ahead with this marriage was not only that I hated my father, but because I wanted to leave the house.”

In addition, I had many complaints towards the Delphonies, but we would stay here forever if I were to tell him every little thing, so I just didn’t bother.

If even my parents, who were the closest people to me, didn’t pay attention to their daughter, so how could an isolated daughter live in peace in that house?

The deep-rooted cause circled back to them.

“Some people may accuse me of disrespecting my parents and thinking only of myself, but isn’t this reason enough to dislike them?”

“Of course. Who in the world would think that a parent who sells out their child is a real parent?”

“Just as you are defending me like that, I will take your side. Right now, I’m just saying that you can comfortably curse them in front of me.”

Trish’s expression grew ambiguous. At first glance, he seemed embarrassed and dumbfounded.

Perhaps it wasn’t even the counts’ fault that Trish didn’t like them. He could have misunderstood them or reached a conclusion on his own accord.

But wasn’t it also the responsibility of the cause provider who caused the misunderstanding?

Even if everything was Trish’s fault, I could take his side at least once. I didn’t need to tell the wounded person that they were hurt because they were wrong, digging even more into their wounds.

“I won’t tell anyone. Don’t you trust me?”

“… Of course I do. There’s no one you can talk to besides me, right?”

“Excuse me? I told you to curse your parents, I never told you to curse me?”

“Hahaha!”

Trish suddenly burst into laughter. After wiping away the tears that had filled his eyes as if something was so funny, he replied with a softer voice.

“Later. When we are in a quiet space just the two of us, I’ll tell you. This place is too open to curse other people.”

“Are you really going to tell me when we are alone?”

“Yeah. I promise.”

Trish naturally pulled my arm as if suggesting going back now.

As our arms were linked closer together, I felt a slight thumping in my chest. I flinched for a moment, but I entered the mansion again through the garden with my arm crossed with his.

As we entered the mansion again, the servant who had helped me get ready earlier came running up to me as if she had been looking for me.

“Excuse me for interrupting while you’re enjoying your time together. A package and a letter came in for the Young Lady today. I think you should check it out.”

A letter congratulating me on my wedding was a formality, but no one was close enough to send me a gift.

As I went inside the room with my doubts, there was a colorful bouquet of lavenders and a bunch of letters stacked on the table.

There was a small card in the bouquet, and the contents were very brief.

I congratulate you on your wedding and send my regards.

-S.B