The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 41
But it looked like Yves Russell was too busy right now to accommodate her visit.
He gently stepped forward and blocked the doorway, a slightly inconvenienced expression on his face.
“I left a message through Allen. I said I was going to call for you.”
“He relayed it to me, but there’s something I need to tell you…”
“Um, now is a little…”
Then, a clear, high-pitched voice came through the door.
“Yves Russell, you still have no manners towards women. If there are guests, it’s only natural that they greet me and introduce them to me!”
He bit his lips, chewed on them and then opened them once more.
With a forced smile, he opened the door.
“Come in then, Radis. Let me introduce you to my grandmother, the Marchioness of Russell two generations ago, Mariel Russell. You may call her Elder Madam or just Madam.”
Inside Yves Russell’s drawing room was an elegant old woman, standing there as though she had stepped out of a painting.
Mariel Russell was wearing a large gold-colored wig on her head, and she was as dignified as a queen.
The corners of Yves Russell’s lips twitched endlessly as he spoke.
“This is Miss Radis Tilrod.”
Mariel shook her head towards Yves as though he was spouting nonsense.
“Yves Russell, you must have learned how to jest as well.”
While wearing David’s pants, Radis stood straight with her legs together.
Seeing their expressions, Mariel realized that Yves wasn’t joking.
Flustered, Mariel spoke.
“Oh my goodness, why is a lady dressed like this?”
Radis replied politely.
“I apologize. I don’t have many clothes in my possession.”
It felt like a midwinter wind from the north had passed between them.
Radis was used to this kind of situation, so she was fine. The awkwardness inside that room belonged only to Yves and Mariel.
While Radis lowered her eyes, Yves was busy sending Mariel a look of reproach. Meanwhile, Mariel was also busy looking at Yves as though she was blaming him.
Mariel’s voice rose an octave higher out of embarrassment.
“It would be a problem if the lady goes around in that kind of outfit at this time of the day! Yves Russell! Don’t you know any manners!”
Yves’ eyes were just telling Mariel, ‘Please, please just stop.’
“She’s my guest. Madam, I’ll explain the circumstances to you later, so—”
“What? Guest? You…!”
Mariel’s eyes widened in shock.
In recent years, Mariel Russell’s attention was solely focused on just one thing.
The current Marquis of Russell’s—her grandson’s—marriage!
Even today, she visited just so she could nag him about it.
Now that she found a woman here at the estate, her thoughts naturally went towards that direction.
‘I can’t believe Yves has been hiding a woman!’
Mariel’s eyes immediately swept over Radis’ appearance.
She couldn’t believe this.
Yves Russell wasn’t that popular in high society, but he was still a marquis.
His peerage as a marquis, his vast territory, his overflowing wealth, his youth.
There were many women who liked Yves Russell. He had everything.
Most of them would be willing to wed Yves, and they were all women from acceptable families.
But this child…
Marial tried to recall the Tilrod household, which was buried deep within her memories.
She was able to recall the name Tilrod because of the man called Alexis Tilrod, the ‘Sword of Fire’, who was a contributor to the founding of the Empire.
If there was just an ancestor from half a millenium to remember a family by, then it must be a lousy household.
‘But why? Why is she here?’
Radis looked over to Yves with an awkward expression, and in return, Yves Russell shot a grin at her.
It was even more suspicious seeing them exchange a look like this.
Mariel shouted inwardly.
‘No no no! I can’t allow this!’
If it was like this, then she needed to stop it from the very start.
She’d even do as much as never stepping into the Russell Marquisate ever again!
“Did you say your name is Radis?”
As she was called, Radis looked towards Mariel with wide eyes.
“No matter what kind of relationship you have, it’s your choice. But it wouldn’t look good to have an unmarried or unengaged woman staying at a different family’s estate at this time.”
Mariel spoke with an exceedingly cold tone.
“Did you get permission from your parents?”
Permission, she said.
Her parents practically sold Radis in exchange for money from Marquis Russell.
Radis’ lips began to tremble minutely.
Seeing her expression, Yves Russell answered instead of Radis.
“Of course there’s permission.”
Even more shocked by this, Mariel looked alternately between Radis’ trembling lips and Yves’ stiff face.
When Radis could be seen biting her lower lip, Mariel’s resolve almost weakened, but she hardened her determination right then.
She had to make her leave right now.
“That can’t be true! Who in the world would send away their daughter to a man she’s not married to?!”
Mariel glared at Radis fiercely as she said this.
“I can’t even fathom how worried your parents must be! Hurry up and go back home. It’s obvious that your parents are heartbroken at your actions right now. Driving a nail into her parents’ hearts like this isn’t a child’s duty, nor is it even any human’s duty!”