CHAPTER 10
âIs our family finances really that bad? Will there be a salary next month?â
I was worried because I had heard from Greta before that salaries were often delayed.
âYes, there will be. Donât worry.â
âThatâs a relief. But how much surplus do we actually have? Can salaries continue to be paid without delay?â
If there wasnât enough, Iâd have to earn money again, so I couldnât help but ask in detail.
As the lady of this house, it was natural to fully understand the financial situation.
âYou donât need to worry about that either. The head matron is managing the finances strictly on behalf of the lady, whose memory isnât fully intact.â
âMy mother?â
âYes, you can be at ease.â
Miriam bowed politely and left. Strangely, her demeanor seemed as if she was drawing a line with me.
As if to say I shouldnât meddle with the family finances.
âBut how could I not?â
If my mother was struggling because I had lost my memories, it was originally my responsibility, so I might as well handle it quickly.
Even though I hadnât truly lost my memory, learning things step by step from now on was a much better choice for the future.
âGreta, Iâm going to see Mother⊠Oh right, she stepped out for a moment?â
I stopped, realizing Greta had gone out briefly while calling Miriam, who had come for a task.
But Motherâs room was just downstairs. I could go by myself.
There was no need to bring Greta along, so I headed straight down. The rooms for Mother and Father were on the left.
Come to think of it, this was my first time visiting both their rooms. I slightly regretted not bringing a gift as if for a housewarming.
I knocked cautiously.
âMother, this is Jena. Are you there?â
I could hear faint voices inside, so I instinctively opened the door. Inside, I saw Mother taking medicine.
Laura was standing beside her, the physician I had met in the garden.
Both of them looked extremely startled as they looked at me simultaneously.
âMother, are you sick? What medicine are you taking?â
I asked anxiously, thinking she might have caught a cold in the cold weather.
âYou, who told you to barge in without permission? I never allowed you to enter!â
âYes? I-Iâm sorry. I just wanted to discuss something with you⊠I really didnât mean to intrude. Iâm truly sorry.â
I admitted my fault and lowered my eyebrows as I bowed my head.
Mother, who had glared at me coldly, quickly hid the medicine bottle in her sleeve and nodded.
âYou went beyond rude, into disrespect. Donât ever do this again.â
âYes.â
I walked hesitantly across from Mother, hearing a faint unpleasant giggle.
âPfft.â
ââŠ?â
When I turned my head, Laura was covering her mouth with her hand, laughing.
Was she laughing at me?
âMaybe she finds it satisfying that Mother scolded me?â
I focused on Laura to see if it was just my imagination, and she stopped laughing and served tea to Mother.
Even though she didnât greet me, I turned my attention elsewhere, not wanting to interfere with her serving Mother.
For now, my main concern wasnât Lauraâs strange smile, but the medicine bottle Mother had hidden.
âSo youâre not sick, right?â
âNo, I just have cold hands and feet, so Laura prepared medicine that helps blood circulation.â
âAh, I see. Thatâs a relief.â
I briefly panicked, worrying if my terminally ill father was followed by Mother also getting sick.
Then suddenly I became curious about how Laura had prepared the medicine.
âMay I ask how you made the medicine? Iâve been studying pharmacy recently, so Iâm curious.â
Laura, who hadnât served me tea and had just set the kettle down, tilted her lips with a slight smirk.
âOh, of course. Itâs a valuable opportunity to teach the lady a thing or two.â
Hm, I didnât ask to be taught a thing.
From the start, Laura had been unusually haughty toward me. She lifted her chin and spoke in a proud tone.
âShe used a herb called Angelica to dilate blood vessels and improve circulation. She also served tea made from sage leaves.â
âLaura, you must have worked hard because of me.â
âNo, madam. As long as you are healthy, I donât mind climbing the mountain every morning to collect herbs myself.â
Laura, whose sprouts had once been pale, now turned lush green serving Mother with a fawning smile.
Even as a beginner in pharmacy, I had gained enough knowledge to understand herbs like Angelica and Sage.
I spoke toward her, observing her overly virtuous smile for Mother.
âHmm⊠Laura? I understand your loyalty and devotion to Mother, but I think you made a mistake.â
âA mistake? What do you mean?â
âSage constricts blood vessels and helps stop bleeding, so it shouldnât be taken with Angelica. Their effects cancel each other out.â
ââŠYes?â
For the first time, a crack appeared on Lauraâs haughty face when she looked at me.
I carefully took the teacup from Motherâs hand and said:
âI recently read a book called <Choose 101 Herbs>, so I know quite well. It details the effects of Angelica and Sage. Would you like me to lend it to you?â
Though I hadnât fully studied, I could lend it for Motherâs sake.
I could buy another copy if I needed it urgently.
No, in our situation, that might be overindulgent.
Then Lauraâs face flushed red, and she shouted.
âAre you saying I treated the lady incorrectly?!â
âYes.â
âThatâs impossible! I couldnât have! Iâm a veteran with over ten years of experienceâŠ!â
âCalm down. Even monkeys fall from trees sometimes, as the saying goes.â
Ah, is that only in Korea?
I patted Lauraâs shoulders, who was huffing in excitement, to comfort her.
âPeople make mistakes. At least itâs just medicine for cold hands and feet, so there wonât be severe side effects. We can fix it from now on.â
âSo IâŠ!â
âBy the way, you donât need to thank me. I would do this much for Mother without any hesitation.â
Winking with one eye, I sat down in the chair. Laura, perhaps feeling guilty, stood stiffly like a statue.
âAnd excuse me, could you step aside? I want to speak with Mother alone.â
ââŠâ
âThank you for your effort. From now on, donât serve Sage tea to Mother. Understood? Goodbye.â
I waved Laura out. Since Mother didnât stop me, Laura left reluctantly.
Mother called another maid to bring fresh tea and began to speak.
âWhat did you want to discuss?â
âI heard that youâve been managing the family finances instead of me. I donât want to burden you with my duties.â
I sipped tea and spoke seriously.
âI want to manage it from now on.â
âThat part is well handled by Miriam and me. You focus on developing the medicine as before.â
âOf course, Iâll do my best to make the medicine, but I canât neglect my duties as Countess. Iâm good at handling multiple tasks at once.â
I straightened my shoulders and confidently pounded my chest with my fist.
âI will eventually have to handle it again, so itâs better to learn now. After all, Iâm Countess Kreutz.â
ââŠYou really are a tiring child.â
Mother pressed her forehead and closed her eyes. But what did she mean by tiring?
I hadnât specifically made her tired⊠Does she just think I look tired?
Since there was no reason for her to dislike me playing the ladyâs role, that must be the correct interpretation.
âNo, really. Iâm not tired at all. Thank you for worrying about me.â
I waved my hands and laughed lightly.
ââŠâ
Mother looked at me with a blank expression, furrowing her brows and sighing deeply.
Why is she like that? Did she mean Iâm tiring?
I tilted my head and returned to the main topic.
âMother, Iâm confident in handling the finances. Really, Iâm good at it.â
I was the only one who had grown my settlement funds given by the orphanage when I became an adult and had been praised by the director.
âSo please leave it to me.â
ââŠâ
âDonât act so stubborn. This isnât a decision I can make alone, so Iâll discuss it with Aizen and let you know.â
âOkay.â
I nodded, believing that my husband would support me.
âNow go and rest.â
âYes, and if you ever need someone to talk to, Iâll be waiting anytime.â
I left the room, leaving Mother embarrassed and silent behind.
ââŠWait, did she really mean Iâm disgusting?â
No, I must be cute.
There was no way this face could be disgusting. On my way back, I bumped into Greta in the corridor. She saw me and ran over urgently.
âLady, where have you been? I thought you disappeared and came looking for you.â
âOh, sorry. I went to see Mother.â
âFrom now on, please always take me with you. And always tell me your destination.â
âOkay. But Greta, do you think Iâm disgusting?â
Startled by the unexpected question, Greta briefly hesitated before shaking her head flatly.
Unsatisfied with just her reaction, I went to a mirror in the room to check my face.
Hmm, cute.
Mother must have misspoken. Thereâs no way Iâm disgusting.
***
After Jena left, another visitor came to RenĂ©eâs room.
âUm, Madam, itâs Laura. May I come in if youâve finished your conversation?â
âYou may enter.â
Renée, like before, was sitting at the table drinking tea.
Laura stood politely with her hands together, watching Renée carefully.
She had returned, embarrassed by being outshone by the impostor pretending to be a noblewoman in front of the lady.
âMadam, please ignore what that woman said earlier. I made a clumsy excuse in my hurry and made a mistakeââ
âI know.â
RenĂ©eâs elegant voice cut off Lauraâs hasty excuse. She had effectively spoken what Laura truly wanted to say.