Why Did I Become the Villainess? - Chapter 361 : The Letter

Chapter 361  : The Letter

I shake my head. “I tried to stop his highness, Mother, but he insisted. What should I do now? I’m sure this will be a big news tomorrow.”

Mother shakes her head. It seems like she doesn’t also know what to do. I understand her, though. This is something that involves the Royal Family.  “Let’s wait for your Father. I know he can—”

Mother wasn’t able to continue what she wanted to say because Brother Pascal interrupted her.  “Aunt, Csille, I don’t think there is something we should worry about. It was the idea of his highness, Prince Fraser, to share his blood with Csille. We didn’t force him to do that. Also, I don’t think he will just let anyone badmouths Csille after what he did. I’m sure his highness already has a plan to control the situation. So, can we all calm down first? Stressing over something wouldn’t help.” L𝒂aTest nov𝒆ls on (n)𝒐velbi/𝒏(.)co𝒎

Plan? I don’t think he has a plan because something big will happen on his Birthday. Something so big that everyone will be shocked, and that doesn’t include any plans on saving Csille from any criticism.

Mother nods her head and holds my hand. “Your brother was right. His highness isn’t the type of person who will make such a decision without a plan. But we still need to talk this out with yours, Father. He’s been worrying about you ever since he heard what happened…”

Prince Fraser isn’t the type of person who won’t make any big decision without a plan? Really? Because I don’t think so.

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However, that night I was in a deep sleep when Father returned. So my parents decided to just move the conversation for tomorrow. Afraid that they might ruin my well needed rest.

But when I woke up this morning, I was immediately welcomed by the news that my parents had left the house early this morning. Something urgent came up, and both of them didn’t have any choice but to deal with it for today.

In the end, the supposedly conversation led to me being alone in the residence. It’s a good thing we have several maids here to keep me company.

I am currently in the garden, basking in the sun. Enjoying these rare moments where the villainess isn’t stress or busy.

Soon things will become more complicated, so I just want to enjoy this time that I can still be at peace.  I was startled when a maid suddenly popped out of nowhere. I almost jumped because of her, but I wasn’t the only one who was startled. Even the maid jumped out of shock when she saw me. Her eyes widen for a few seconds before she kneels in front of me. “Dame Csille, I apologize for startling you. I didn’t know you were here. Please forgive me.”

I get up from lying on the bench and wave my hand at her. “You don’t need to kneel for such a small matter. May I know what you are doing here?”

I already told the maids that I want to relax and I don’t want anyone to disturb me. So, I don’t understand what she is doing here.

The maid’s eyes widen. She probably remembers what I told them earlier. “Dame Csille, apologies. I know you said you want to take some time on your own. But the butler ordered me to burn all these letters without return address before the Count and Countess return. In my rush, I forgot what you have told me this morning. Please forgive this, lowly maid—”

I heave a sigh and stop her from talking. It really irritates me when someone calls themselves or refers to other people as lowly. For someone who is a poor individual in the real world, this sounds like an insult. It’s as if they are insulting me instead.

I look at the letters in her hand. Letters without a return address? Father and Mother already brief all of them to just throw and letter without a return address because those letters usually have death threats in them. So, to avoid affecting or scaring anyone in the residence, they always throw them out.  “Stand up, you don’t need to kneel, and can you please stop calling yourself as lowly? If my parents heard what you said, they would also be disappointed.”  My parents don’t like to treat our people like they are not people. That’s why our people are loyal to us because we never mistreat them.

I look at the letters in her hand. I don’t know why but something piques my interest about these letters. “Can you show me the letters?”

The maid said sorry again before she showed the letters in her hand. There are a couple of letters in her hands right now, but one letter caught my attention. I point my hand at it. “Is that a letter for me?”

The maid rummages through the letters and nods her head after. “Yes, Dame Csille. It is named to you.”

The envelope looks familiar. I immediately take the letter from the maid’s hand. “I’ll keep this. You can continue what the butler asks you to do.”

The maid looks at the letter in my hand hesitantly. “But Dame Csille, I don’t think it’s a good idea to receive that letter. What if that is a threat le—”

The maid wasn’t able to continue what she wanted to say because I looked at her coldly. Then I stand up and hide the letter in the secret pocket of my dress. “This letter is addressed to me. I think it is only right for me to read it. No matter how this letter can affect me, I think that’s on me already. So, you shouldn’t worry. Also, make sure no one knows that I took any letter from you. Including my parents, Brother Pascal, and literally everyone around. Is that clear?”

The maid nods her head. I smile at her before I walk to my room. Something is telling me that this letter is what I think it is.  I made sure to lock my door first before I opened the letter. I was right.

“It’s really from Mister Sewell.” I scoff.  Are they worried because of what happened yesterday? Although I don’t know if the news about Prince Fraser sharing his blood with me was already known by everyone. One thing is for sure, Mister Sewell already knows about it.  I sit on my bed and read the letter. Dear Csille,  How are you? I hope you are doing okay now. I have heard what happened to you, and I couldn’t help but admire you for what you did. You are really an amazing lady, Dame Csille, and I am glad you are my friend now.

I hope you get better soon. I actually want to visit you, but I know it would only bring you trouble, so I just decided to send you this letter.  I was worried about you, so please take care of yourself always.

Sincerely,

Sewell  I don’t know what to feel about the letter. Mister Sewell didn’t say anything wrong in the letter. In fact, he sounds so concerned, but I just couldn’t help but feel indifference to it.  Probably because I already know why he is doing this. On why he is trying to win Csille’s trust.  I look at the letter again and smile bitterly. What did he write in the letter? He is glad I am his friend? More like he is glad because he already found his…

I shake my head and slump my body on my bed. He said he was worried about me? That is a lie. He is worried that his plan will be ruined once something happens to me.  I close my eyes. I suddenly feel frustrated right now. I really don’t like the idea of being used, but I know I can’t do anything right now. This is a part of the story, and if I want to return to the real world, I need to endure this.

“Just a little bit more, Ysavel. Soon. Things will change soon. It will end soon. So, just endure for a bit.” ________________________________

I was enjoying my sleep when someone suddenly bangs my door. It was so loud that I even fell off the bed.  I groan and hold my hand. I think I just sprained it just now. I glare at the closed door. The banging can still be heard outside.

I grit my teeth out of anger. Who is this person that dares to wake me up in that way? I will surely make them pay.  “Csille! Are you in there? Hello? Can you open the door?!”

I stand up, take a pillow, open my door and smack the pillow real hard on the person who woke me up. That person didn’t see that coming, so he ended up sitting on the floor.  I raise my eyebrow at him and glare at him after. “Was it fun? You just woke me up in the middle of my sleep, Rufus! What are you doing here?”

Rufus stares blankly for a couple of seconds. He was probably still recovering from the shock and from the pillow that I smacked on his face. He then stares at me. “Csille, why do you need to be so mean? I only came here to visit you.” He sounds like a child being bullied.

I just rolled my eyes at him and walked back to my bed. I would rather sleep than talk to this person.

He came here banging on my door as if the world was about to end and expect me to still treat him sweetly? Am I an angel in his eyes?

I heard footsteps behind me. I’m sure Rufus has walked inside my room already. I even heard him close my door.  “Csille, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were sleeping. You already smack me on my face with a pillow. Isn’t that enough for you?”

I look at Rufus and glare at him. “Enough? You just woke me up, and I even sprained my arm because of you. I just smack you with a PILLOW, Rufus. A pillow! How can that even be compared to what you did to me?”

Rufus heaves a sigh. “I’m sorry, then. Can you please forgive me? I just came here to check on your condition. I wasn’t able to check on your yesterday because of Prince Christofre. That’s why I came to make sure you are okay.”

I get up from my bed and heave a sigh. “I’m sorry too. I was just having a rough day, Rufus. Then you decided to ruin my sleep. That’s why my first response is to snap at you.” I look at his face. It seems like everything is okay. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Rufus smiled cheekily at me. “I am not that weak, Csille. Do you think a simple smack like that will ruin my good looks? I’m sure the ladies would still want to date me.”

I chuckle at his response. I know he only said that to reassure me that he was okay.  Also, Rufus isn’t the type of person who dated anyone. In fact, I never heard him date anyone. It’s the probably the reason why the Duke is eager to find Rufus a wife.  “I am already okay. Although, I think I need to make Brother Pascal check my left arm.”

“Let me see. I can help you with that.” Rufus looks at my left arm. He tried to touch it, but I immediately got it away from him. The last time I let him fix my sprain, I ended up crying for an hour because of what he did. I already learned my lesson before. I don’t want to repeat that same mistake.

I shake my head. “Rufus, I think it is better to just let the experts take care of this. By the way, are you only here to check on me.”

I better change the topic, or he might insist on helping my sprained arm.

Rufus smirked at me. “I am also here to tell you what is happening outside. Did you know that everyone is mostly talking about you?”

About me? So, I am really right. What happened yesterday will become a big news. However, is it bad news or good news?