"But can Miranda, at such a young age, really be so perceptive about court affairs? Could it be that she's overthinking things?" Lady Fitzroy hesitated. This matter involved both Marcus’s foolishness and their daughter’s marriage, and she didn’t want to alarm her in-laws, fearing it would worry them. Still, after thinking it through, she realized the truth would come out eventually. Since Miranda was so certain, she decided to trust her.With that, Lady Fitzroy took Lady Langley, Wensley, and Miranda to meet with the elder Lord Fitzroy.Lord Fitzroy was in his study when he heard that these younger people had come to see him again. Surprised, he made his way to the sitting room, where the group had gathered. Noticing the anxious expressions on their faces, he waved for the servants to leave before asking, "What’s going on?"Lady Fitzroy then recounted the entire incident and Miranda’s suspicions.Outside, the scent of damp earth from the recent rain drift
Hearing these words, everyone fell silent. Yes, that person only needed to stir things up for two months. If they could create turmoil in the capital during that time and tarnish old Mr. Fitzroy's reputation, it would put him at a disadvantage in the struggle for the premiership. Their goal would be achieved. Lady Fitzroy felt a sudden pang in her heart. If they wanted to avoid impacting her father-in-law’s reputation and future, then Wensley’s marriage... It was all because of that useless, muddled father of hers, who had caused such confusion and still didn’t realize his mistakes!At this point, the situation was no longer just about Marcus and Lady Fitzroy; it involved the entire Fitzroy family.Consequently, old Mr. Fitzroy summoned his disciples to discuss the matter together.Lady Langley and Miranda, being outsiders, felt it inappropriate to eavesdrop, so they made excuses to take their leave from the Fitzroy residence.As they back to the Croyso estate, Lady Langley contemplat
Lady Fitzroy was startled and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by that?"If marrying Wensley offered no advantage, she would have a reason to convince everyone to call off the engagement."Before, there was something I couldn't figure out—why did the other side go to such great lengths to handpick Steven? After much thought, I realized there was more to it," Miranda, pulling Wensley back beside her, sat in front of Lady Langley and analyzed, "If we go by Wensley’s father’s logic, marrying Wensley into that family would indeed win a reputation for keeping one’s word, which might even aid Lord Fitzroy in his promotion to Prime Minister. But think about it, Madam—if this whole thing was aimed at Lord Fitzroy, planned so meticulously, how could they leave such a glaring loophole that would end up benefiting him, turning a disadvantage into an advantage?"Lady Fitzroy and Lady Langley exchanged a glance; this was something neither of them had considered.The Fitzroy family had only thoug
Meeting Lady Fitzroy’s expectant gaze, Miranda understood that she was not only worried about the Fitzroy family but also about Wensley. Clearly, she was feeling lost and uncertain. So Miranda said, “No need to fret, Madam. This situation isn’t entirely without a way out. Though the plan is clever, the key still lies in Steven’s identity. Whether it’s the real Steven or this imposter, if someone can recognize him, the whole scheme will fall apart on its own.”At first, Lady Fitzroy’s eyes lit up as Miranda spoke, but after hearing the full explanation, she felt a wave of disappointment.Everyone knew the crux of the matter was Steven’s identity. But the real Steven was far away in the city of Jasendale, and it would take at least two months to get there and back. By then, the Fitzroy family would have been the subject of endless gossip in the capital. By the time the information arrived, everything would be settled.Miranda nodded and analyzed further, “I believe the best way to resol
With a splash, the garden pond erupted, scattering water droplets into the air and startling the birds skimming its surface."Oh, the paragon of gentleness and virtue, the esteemed lady of the Dickson family, the dignified countess by imperial decree."Selena stood on the bank, looking down with a smug, seductive smile at Miranda struggling in the water."Look at you now, how pitifully bedraggled you are—truly heartbreaking!""Why?" Miranda gasped as she surfaced, only for the murky pond water to rush into her mouth.She had come despite her recent grief of losing her child, to comfort her sister, who had divorced.Fearing that even the slightest glamour might offend, Miranda had chosen her attire with care—plain, understated, without a hint of gold.Such thoughtfulness, such affection, she never imagined it would end with Selena pushing her into the water."Why?" Selena peered down at the disheveled Miranda, whose hair clung to her pale, desperate face.A giggle broke from her lips, "
The icy lake water, the murky scent, the blood flowing down her face, the heart-wrenching pain...In a daze, Miranda didn't know where she was. She seemed to hear someone speaking and finally, in a daze, opened her eyes."My poor Miss Miranda," Mrs. Wilson, who had been nibbling on roasted chestnuts, saw her awake and quickly changed her expression.She pushed the plate aside, came forward to hold the weak Miranda in her arms, and began to wail."The marquis' family has called off the engagement. A girl who has been rejected by her fiancé has no future. Miss Miranda, you are not as beautiful or charming as Miss Selena. How will you live in the future?" She kept crying, not caring about how hurtful her words were.The marquis' family called off the engagement?Miranda was confused. Wasn't she pushed into the lake by Selena, dying? The icy, muddy feeling still surrounded her, along with the bone-deep hatred...She looked around in a daze. What she saw was a familiar yet strange bed cano
Miranda observed Greta’s plea for help with increased confidence and began crying out loudly, “Madam, please save me, someone is trying to beat me to death!”Countess Sophie Croyso raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Is that so?" She glanced around, avoiding Miranda, her face filled with anger."Regardless of the Croyso estate’s reputation, Greta has served Miss Miranda faithfully since childhood. Even if she made a mistake, she should be corrected, not beaten to death. Isn't this damaging Miss Miranda's dignity?"Mrs. Wilson stepped forward and said, "Countess, it was Miss Miranda who gave the order."Miranda had only ordered Greta to slap herself twenty times, but with Greta's crying, Sophie’s anger, and Mrs. Wilson’s report, the story twisted.It now seemed as though Miranda wanted Greta dead, tarnishing the Croyso estate’s reputation and making Miranda appear cruel and ungrateful.All eyes turned to Miranda.Beneath pale blue curtains, Miranda leaned weakly against a lavender pillow,
“Miss, Miss...”In a daze, she seemed to hear someone calling her urgently. Struggling to open her eyes, Miranda found it was already midnight.The surroundings were silent, and the moonlight poured in through the window like liquid silver, mingling with the flickering candlelight.The room was empty, except for the faint scent of unfamiliar herbs in the air, indicating someone had been there but had long since departed.She felt something unusual on her wrist. Looking down, she saw a small note pressed against it.After reading its contents, Miranda burned the note in the lamp.Her pale, sickly face remained expressionless as the flickering candlelight cast shadows across her features, making her look like a ghost, shadowy and somber.***“Miss Miranda, when the Earl comes, you must cry and beg to save this marriage. If you’re rejected, no good family will want you. I’m only saying this for your sake,” Mrs. Wilson lectured while styling her hair and applying makeup.Miranda’s reflecti