The Earl’s Bad Wife - Chapter 21.3
Like a White Lily (3)
Translator: Lady Black
Editor: EndlessSkyRain
As soon as Rie left his mother, he suddenly went into a slump.
She couldn’t stop him from crying even if she tried to. She just wanted to say something. As her nanny told her, she tried to shake his back but it didn’t work.
“—I’ll go now”
Kiera von Pollark said as the time for departure was arriving.
Giving a deep bow.
“It’ll be our last meeting today, but I hope you’re all well and happy.”
“Yes, you too.”
She gave her a silver bracelet, which she put in her arms, that this would be a farewell gift. However, she didn’t accept it.
“You should be honest when you’re already like this.”
“It’s a waste to me.”
Instead, she wanted to give something different.
“Would you like for me to give a congratulatory kiss on your forehead?”
“Would that be alright?”
“Yes, I wish I could give you my strength.”
It was strong.
She left Rie to her husband and kissed the forehead of Kiera von Pollark who fell on her knees.
“Thank you very much.”
“I don’t mind this much.”
Her expression was bright.
Finally, she received a book.
It was a child-rearing diary in which she wrote down daily records about her child.
“I hope this could be useful.”
“Thank you, I’ll read it later.”
“Here.”
With this, she set off her journey.
She was going to give them a ride in the carriage, but she was told that it was impossible as she would cry by then.
She noticed too, she never cried today.
You see, it was true that parents grew up with their children.
Together with her husband, they went home with Rie.
***
A few days later.
She laid her eyes on the peeled bed.
The reason was that Rie was crying at night.
It was alright when she expressed her resolve in front of her family and servants, but it was more difficult than what she imagined.
When hungry, she went to her nanny and changed his diapers a dozen times a day. When he started crying, she had to apologize.
He was a very energetic child, she couldn’t sleep no matter how much she tried.
Her husband helped her when he was at home.
“Are you alright Hermina?”
“Yes, I’d like to say that it’s fine but it was far off than that.”
“Why don’t you at least leave him to the nanny at night?”
“…I don’t like it.”
“Why?”
She was his mother. Since she couldn’t feed him milk, she had to work on it in a different way.
“I have a suggestion, Hermina.”
“Hmm?’
Her husband made a surprising suggestion.
