The Mansion Awaits Spring
Chapter 86
After struggling for a while to process Miller’s words, the realization finally sank in. She clenched her fists tight.
“Are you saying… you don’t know where they were buried?”
“I told you I’m looking for them. I’ll find them as quickly as possible.”
“How… how can you not know where they were buried? They must be at a monastery somewhere. Are there thousands of them? It’s been a week since I sent that letter, and you still haven’t figured it out?”
“Don’t rush me. I have no reason to act with such urgency for your sake.”
“You’re the one who created this situation. You should have buried them at the Lunos estate in the first place. That was….”
April clenched her fists so hard her hands felt like they might shatter, fighting the urge to scream.
She had expected some kind of trouble, but she never imagined the bodies would be missing.
Miller sighed and stepped closer.
“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure the two of them can rest at the Lunos estate before the funeral, no matter what.”
“…….”
“I know you don’t trust me. But what choice do you have? You have to trust me for now.”
April felt her blood running cold, but she knew Miller was right—there was nothing she could do immediately.
Her whole body trembled violently until the crushing realization that she was powerless made her go limp.
April nodded reluctantly. Unable to stand any longer, she turned toward a chair. As she took a step, she staggered, and Miller quickly grabbed her arm.
April shoved his hand away.
“Don’t touch me.”
“You want me to just let you collapse?”
“Yes. Let me.”
“I don’t think I can do that.”
A stubborn streak flared in Miller; even as she tried to shake him off, he kept his grip on her arm.
April glared at him.
“I hate you, and I always will. Don’t ruin my hatred.”
“Try saying that to Fezin.”
“What?”
“The payment Jonah Tavish requested—he’s the one who covered it, isn’t he?”
“…….”
“You’ll take money from a Dieus, but you won’t accept this much help?”
April continued to glare at him without answering, but strangely, Miller felt a faint sense of nostalgia in that gaze.
It was a look he hadn’t seen in a long time. The look of contempt she used to reserve for Heidi.
It was curious and amusing that it was now directed at him.
Heidi still couldn’t forget that contempt. He thought that, sometimes, people seemed to be captivated by pain.
He found that he didn’t dislike her looking at him this way anymore—perhaps because it no longer belonged to a winner.
April shoved Miller’s hand away again, and this time, he let go.
She sat in the chair and took a sip of the tea the Grand Ducal Residence servants had prepared.
She tried desperately not to think about the possibility that she might never recover the bodies. That wouldn’t happen. It couldn’t happen.
Because she was terrified, she wanted to push reality aside and simply wait until the funeral.
However, she pressed her trembling hands against her knees and turned to Miller to confirm.
“Seven years ago, you did send them to a monastery, didn’t you?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m asking if you actually sent them to a monastery.”
She locked eyes with Miller, waiting for his answer.
He reflexively avoided her gaze as he replied.
“Uh, I did.”
Looking at his expression, she suddenly remembered.
He was never very good at lying. That was why he couldn’t even pretend to love her.
Even someone who wasn’t particularly sharp could tell he was lying right now.
The trembling in April’s hands stopped.
She was going to kill him.
Miller Dieus.
She intended to strangle him to death with her own hands.
She felt as if the world before her eyes had turned pitch black.
The thought of having to trace back seven years to find something left her breathless.
Sitting there, she tried to soothe her chest and calm her emotions, but instead of subsiding, her rage only burned hotter.
She wanted to scream insults at Miller, but her voice felt crushed by the same inertia that suppressed her emotions; nothing came out.
She lifted her head and looked at Miller again.
Just the two of them in the drawing room. It felt like a better moment to attack him would never come again.
She asked Miller once more.
“I’ll ask you again. Seven years ago, what orders did you give regarding my parents’ bodies?”
“I told you, I don’t remember, so I’m looking for them now.”
“How can you not remember that!?”
April’s voice rose as she lost her composure.
She felt disgusted with herself for being unable to even throw the teacup in her hand at him.
He had killed her parents and made it so their bodies couldn’t even be found, and yet… what was she so afraid of losing?
Her hands shook with rage and pain, causing the hot tea to overflow. Seeing her hand turn bright red in an instant, Miller rushed over with cold water.
“Alright. I’m sorry. I’ll find them no matter what it takes. So, give me your hand. Please.”
He even added a “Please,” knowing April wouldn’t give her hand easily, but as expected, she neither let go of the cup nor offered her hand to him.
Just then, the drawing room door swung open.
April turned toward the door and saw Fezin entering. She relaxed, if only a little.
As if finding the timing perfect, Miller handed the water bottle to Fezin.
“Tea spilled. Take a look at April’s hand.”
“Why would you give her tea that hot? You know what her temper is like.”
April narrowed her eyes at Fezin’s remark, find it absurd.
However, when Fezin reached out and asked for her hand, she submissively entrusted it to him—the same hand she had refused to give Miller.
Miller’s gaze shifted to how April was looking at Fezin.
She looked angry at the comment about her “temper,” but her face was also that of someone who had found a place to lean on, even if only for a moment.
Fezin simply submerged April’s hand in the water bottle before looking back at Miller.
“What are you doing? Go get a doctor.”
“Ah, right. I’ll get one immediately.”
Miller agreed and hurried out to call a doctor. Once he was gone, Fezin asked.
“Did hyung make you angry?”
“…….”
“I guess you’re not in the mood to talk.”
Seeing her hand turning white from the cold water, Fezin set the bottle on the floor and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the moisture.
April, whose voice had been stifled by emotion, stared at the Dieus embroidery on his handkerchief for a long time before speaking.
“I lost my parents.”
“…….”
“Again….”
Now that the source of her anger was gone, she felt lightheaded.
In a way, anger was linked to the will to live, and as it cooled, her instinct for survival faded with it.
The saying that survival is an instinct felt like a lie. Since seven years ago, April had been using her reason to reject death.
I have something I must do.
There is something left unfinished.
She had continued her bleak life by repeating those words to herself.
“April?”
Her consciousness flickered and returned.
“April!”
And then it vanished again.
As she felt Fezin call her name and sweep her up into his arms to start running, April wished that everything would just end like this.
