Chapter 11

“But no matter how quickly I were to get married, it would still take two months and it wouldn’t match the date of the birth.”

 “You can call it premature birth.”

 “Even if it’s a premature birth… it’s already been a month since I was pregnant, but it’s still two months later until marriage…” Are you born three months early? Will others believe it?

 “Then let’s start with speeding.”

 “Yes? What shall we do?” Speed violation? 

“After the speeding violation, later You can argue that it is a month early premature birth.” No, mother. Do you think that is possible? But now look at your stepmother’s face. It didn’t seem to matter if you could or not. 

“Think of your father. And I want you to think about your life and think about me too.”

‘Then what about that man’s life… These words made their way up to her throat, but Ingrid swallowed them back. You should think of your father, not your stepmother or yourself. I can’t make my father fall ill again. But it bothered me that I had to bring in a man I didn’t really care about. ‘If possible, I should choose a bad guy. That way you’ll feel less guilty…’ okay. Don’t pick a good guy. Pick a very bad guy. Let’s revive the life of ‘And a poor man would be nice. Go and pick a poor man and make him rich. Even the fallen nobles are fine….’

Let’s choose a man who is poor, poor and miserable, and make him rich and make his life beautiful. And let’s live with the heart of paying off debt for the rest of our lives. 

‘You clown. You will lead me to have broken legs.’ That damn clown mask that disappeared and impregnated her, got her in a tight spot. I still couldn’t tell you to die at all. Because words can become seeds. I just wish my legs were straight. So Ingrid made up her mind to commit a crime. 

‘Hey. Who the hell is your dad?’ But the more I thought about it, the more angry I became and the only thing I could do was sigh.

From the day she found out she was pregnant, Ingrid attended almost every ball. All to find a husband. Of course, it wasn’t Ingrid’s will, but her stepmother’s will. Ingrid wants to find a poor man, but his stepmother insists that he choose a handsome man. Sitting on the sofa, Ingrid let out a deep sigh. Apparently, today’s ball was held at Cecil’s mansion, which she didn’t want to attend. At any other time, I would never have attended, but now, one o’clock is urgent. The light has gone out, so more time has passed.

You must speed up quickly before time passes by. ‘What? You can’t choose here. ah.” she glanced at the men passing by. If you look closely, it was not difficult to notice that there were times when the sons of nobles were present. A man who wants to get a patron for his studies or who wants to seduce a wealthy aristocratic wife to get out of poverty, because that’s the reason why they often attended prom.

‘The man over there was wearing old clothes……’ A man in an old tailcoat that was not suitable for such a fancy prom caught Ingrid’s eyes. Just looking at it, she thought that maybe the tailcoat had been inherited. ‘The stitches have also ruptured. Obvious from the buttons up and down’.

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