Resetting Lady

Chapter 219

Chapter 219

“Even if I fail, the worst I’ll get is being called a beggar or splashed with water.”

“...Just wait a few days and I’ll gather enough money. It’s better to trust me and wait. I’ll think of something else Isella Evans might like.”

“Sir Raymond, stop doing unpleasant things and just watch.”

“Unpleasant...”

“Lord Raymond, it’s your actions that are unpleasant. I mean, I know that you did it for me, but... You went as far as kidnapping and killing her, but that method failed. I’ll handle it my way this time, in this life.”

Raymond was not at all in favor of the idea of borrowing money, but Carynne thought it might be a solution.

People feel more positive when they give help than when they receive it. That’s probably why parents love their children more—they give more.

Carynne, who had never had children, wouldn’t know, but it’s commonly the case. Maybe Isella would prefer being able to give something rather than just receiving gifts.

‘Wait, Isella did give me gifts a few times before to show off, but.’

Carynne shook her head. Giving something as a show-off and feeling gratified by helping someone in need are different. Maybe Isella would find a new sense of fulfillment in helping Carynne.

If things worked out, this could be an opportunity to become friends with Isella.

And if not, well.

It was still better than doing nothing at all.

Carynne thought so.

* * *

“...So, what gift did you bring this time?”

In the bright drawing room, Isella asked with a locked voice, seeming to have cried. What kind of personal attack did Raymond unleash that the girl was left in this state?

Perhaps listening to Raymond’s advice would have been better. Carynne gulped dryly.

“Actually, I couldn’t prepare a gift, Isella.”

“...You’ve been bringing gifts continuously, and now you’re trying a different method? It’s not some nonsensical gift of the heart, is it?”

“To be honest, I came to ask for a favor.”

Isella’s voice became even colder, and Carynne felt slightly tense.

“Could I borrow some money?”

Carynne asked, closing her eyes tightly. Would Isella throw water at her? Scream?

But unexpectedly, the reaction was calm, and Carynne slowly opened her eyes. Isella was looking at her with a disinterested expression. It was a face Carynne hadn’t seen before.

“I’m curious about the reason.”

* * *

Carynne elaborately narrated her plight with a dramatic tone.

A maid, almost like a nursemaid to her as she had been taking care of Carynne since childhood, had eloped with the coachman, taking all her money and the necklace. Carynne pitifully added that a considerable amount of money was spent on buying that necklace.

“...My goodness.”

Isella looked at Carynne with disdain when she mentioned her financial struggles because of the necklace, but she was displeased about Nancy.

And Raymond couldn’t escort them himself—Isella would definitely refuse. Raymond considered wearing a wig, but he couldn’t hide his body, height, or voice.

In the end, he had to ask someone he knew—the most skilled person who would come running for money.

“He’s skilled enough.”

But Raymond’s expression wasn’t all that bright.

It was after Carynne met Zion that she realized why.

“Zion Electra, at your service.”

“Pleased to meet you, Miss Carynne Hare.”

“Good day to you, Sir Zion.”

Raymond introduced him. A young knight. Carynne could recall seeing this young man at her wedding.

He was Raymond’s direct subordinate. They had shared a room. But in her memory, he was always severely injured, with half his face torn or burned off.

Unlike the memorable past, Zion’s face now could be called handsome. Was it because Raymond was injured? Carynne felt strange. It’s as if the two men’s roles had been reversed.

“You’re Sir Raymond’s subordinate?”

“Yes. And you must be Sir Raymond’s secret mistress.”

“Zion!”

“Ah, whoops. My apologies.”

Carynne blinked.

She was thinking about whether she should be angry or not, but before she could come to a conclusion, Raymond had already grabbed Zion by the neck.

“I wasn’t trying to insult anyone. Really. It’s just that meeting you in person, I can see why Sir Raymond called off the engagement. ‘Mistress’ might not be the right term. Then, you are lovers, aren’t you?”

“Be careful with your words.”

“Ohh, is it one-sided?”

“...Shut up. Miss Carynne is... well, she’s just entangled with Miss Isella this time.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

Raymond considered punching him in the stomach but stopped himself when he saw Carynne staring at them. The slick, dark-haired man kept smiling despite the threat.

“Sorry, Carynne. I couldn’t find another coachman.”

“...No, it’s okay.”

After answering Raymond, she turned to the other man.

“Thank you, Sir Zion.”

What mattered was Isella. There’s no need to pay any heed to other people.

Carynne thought this as she firmly shook Zion’s hand.

It was a tight grip, but that was all.

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