The Duke's Substitute Wife
Mother Bede

"What's wrong with you?" baroness asked Lilliana worriedly looking at Ferland's slightly blue lips. "Is it with you?" Baroness Lilliana squeezed into two cheeks of Ferland.

"The waiter lights the fireplace." Baroness Lilliana looked outwards. He was anxious to see Ferland shivering, not wearing warm clothes. He thought Ferland was making up for the blizzard at the border. When he once headed to the Empire to meet Viola. He broke his intention to meet Viola.

"Did you break through a blizzard?" Baroness Lilliana swept Ferland's body into the fireplace. Ferland was sitting in front of the fireplace, which was quite large. He took warm clothes in the hands of one of the servants who carried out his orders earlier. Then put it on Ferland's body then crouched down, gently rubbing his cheek.

"You can come here sometime? don't be like this. I'm worried, and for your father. Mom already told him to go home but he ... "

Ferland hugged the woman in front of him. He should still be treated well after what he did in the past. He was ashamed of what he had done. Today he felt for himself how warm his embrace was. The woman in front of him did not feel any grudge. He could feel the warmth in his eyes. She was ashamed to call him mother.

"Ferland what's going on? where is the sick? I'll call the doctor."

iii9powpA Ferland was getting sicker, he was crying in his arms. The more he remembered, the more he felt his pain. His throat felt dry, even his vocal cords seemed to be cut off.

"Ferland what's going on?"

"Sorry," Ferland clutched the body of the woman in front of him. Expecting the pain to disappear, but not disappear, it becomes increasingly unable to breathe.

Baroness Lilliana smiled blandly, the man in front of her recalled the past she had forgotten. After all, Ferland was innocent, he was just following in the footsteps of the Father. A child hates another woman. What else is in the middle of his family, he understands. Ferland was afraid his father would move to another heart.

"Don't worry baby, your father will be back with you."

His lips were trembling, the pain he felt increasingly suffocating his throat. "Sorry," for now is not the word he wants. But seeing the woman in front of him became the figure of his mother. Seeing her with her father and sister, Viola. "Go back with dad." His ink with a loud voice.

While in the doorway, Viola was silent and peeked at him. He wanted to strangle Ferland. It's good, he thinks like that. It used to be his mouth, which always made him cry and now it was the mouth that was as good as asking him back. Viola was intending to enter, but his hand was prevented by Duke Cristin. Since when the two men were behind him, he had not noticed.

"Give him time."

"Mother," Viola directly entered staring coldly at Ferland.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Do you want him here?"

"Don't be like that baby, he's your brother."

Viola chuckled as he covered his mouth with his right hand. While his left hand was coiled under his chest. "He's Mom's big brother, but different Mom, don't forget that fact."

"Honey," Baroness Lilliana glanced at Ferland, then at Duke Arland who was only answered by the trunks. So that Baroness Lilliana would not answer Viola's words in the slightest.

"Here you are, don't pay attention to her. Still, different mothers are different Mothers will not change the facts. Although in my blood also flows blood from His Highness Duke Arland and does not change him my brother. But I won't accept him as my brother. She's Abella's sister not Viola's sister."

"Vio," snapped at Baroness Lilliana. He never taught Viola to be rude. After all Duke Arland had a strong reason.

"Mother," Viola sighed. "Mom won't be tied to her. Viola did not want the mother to fate like any other woman. For the most part, the first wife initially accepted and then gradually because jealousy made her blind. To harm Mother or slander Mother. So Mother herself feels the pain when someone we trust does not trust us. So Viola hoped, don't put any hope in Mom's son. Sorry to err, Son Raise Mother, Son different blood with Mother." Viola said he was relieved to convey his thoughts.

"Vio, don't accuse people like that. The Duchess and Abella take care of you."

"They take care of me, but that doesn't mean you love me, ma'am."

"Did you remember the Duchess who kept on maintaining you?"

"I remember Mom, I remember. Because since I was a kid I was taught not to trust people." Viola said as he made those eyes slowly look towards Duke Arland with his words. "Sorry Mother, don't forget my words. I don't want you to feel it a second time. I'm sorry, I don't mean to accuse you, but I'm afraid it's happening."