To Help You Understand – Chapter 25
Violet didn’t tell her husband about being trapped in the closet because he refused to talk to her again and again. Because he was such a husband, she knew he wouldn’t get angry at this at all.
She has seen Winter angry a few times, but she has never seen him so angry outside of the wedding hall.
As she waited for Winter’s answer, he opened his mouth again.
“Why do you say it as if it was nothing?”
“Because it’s already in the past.”
“Then it is nothing?”
“When did I ever say it is nothing?”
“That’s how you look!”
Winter couldn’t stand it and raised his voice, uttered a curse word, and spoke to himself.
“I don’t know why people around me are meddling when I’m the one in charge of getting divorced or not.”
“That’s what it is.”
Then, the door opened and Hayel pushed his head in.
“Lord, you really have to go now!”
“Wait, I’ll be right out.”
“It’s really urgent.”
“Can’t you hear me?”
When Winter made an impression and turned to Hayel, he flinched and quietly left the bedroom.
When the door closed, Winter looked at Violet as if he was looking at a prey.
‘I’m the one trapped, but why is he so angry?’ Violet sighed quietly and asked.
“You’re really mad this time, aren’t you?”
“To whom?”
“To me.”
“Do I look mad at you right now?”
“Yes.”
“Did I do that all three years?”
When Violet tilted her head at his question, Winter erased his expression to the point that it looked achromatic this time.
“Did I look angry all three years? Always.”
“Well……”
Violet smiled faintly.
“You didn’t look angry, you were angry. Only towards me.”
“…….”
“Anyway, I really need to sleep now. I’m tired.”
Violet sat on the bed and took off her slippers one by one. But Winter, who had to go out, came along and lay down on her bed.
Violet asked with a rare expression.
“What are you doing?”
“Lying down. Why?”
“It’s my room.”
“What a shame. Now you’re also losing your bed to your husband.”
“What a strange man..….”
Violet looked unconvinced, but Winter grabbed her arm and pulled it, forcing her to lie next to him.
Lying down pretending to be tired, Winter just stared at Violet. Violet said, embarrassed by her husband’s cold yet warm eyes.
“You seemed busy though.”
“I’ll go when you fall asleep. If you want to kick me out, quickly go to sleep.”
Winter said, closing his eyes first, and Violet followed him and murmured.
“Now that it’s done, go to work.”
“Why do you keep kicking me out? You told me to stay the other day.”
“It’s an appointment, and it’s scheduled.”
It was strange that such a person who only knew about work did not go out.
Eventually, Winter lay by her side the whole time without going out, and Violet who was worried, fell asleep because she was so tired.
***
As soon as Violet fell asleep early, Winter soon entered his parents’ mansion.
After sunset, his parents were enjoying dinner with wine at a dinner table with some of Warhosen’s nobles.
Catherine, who found him, approached.
“Winter, what’s going on?”
Then Winter said in a sharp way.
“I heard you punished my wife and locked her in the closet.”
No wonder when he came in, Catherine wondered what else was wrong with him that made his face full of temper.
Catherine, who has learned to control Winter’s hot temper, said affectionately.
“Winter, we did it all for you. You know?”
“How the hell is that for me?”
“I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but Violet shouldn’t do this to you. I don’t want to see my son getting hurt.”
“No matter what, she’s not even a child, isn’t it too much to punish her like that?”
“Did Violet say she was hurt a lot? I’m sorry if I did. I’ll go apologize. I thought it was all for you…….”
When Catherine spoke with a tearful look, Winter’s expression, which had been angry all the way to his head, became somewhat relieved.
“Please apologize.”
“I have to. If she’s hurt, that’s a given.”
“Anyway…… this time I can’t help but to let it go, but you can’t do that from now on. Never.”
“Sure. I’ll never do that again.”
Only then did Winter’s anger soften. He was always lacking in affection, so after hearing his mother’s sweet words, his thoughts often clouded.
Catherine asked, warmly patting Winter’s arm.
“Would you like to eat while you’re here?”
“No, I have to go right away. Then Violet gets an apology, and I’ll end up paying no more for this year’s party.”
“……Huh?”
Catherine, who was not embarrassed at his words, paused.
“What do you mean?”
“Mother can take care of what happens between you and my wife. But anyway, I’m going to meddle in this because my mother interfered with me. That’s what I meant.”
Catherine suddenly remembered the same words as her son’s motto. I will never lose money under any circumstances.
She didn’t know that her son was crazy enough about money to drag even the unpleasant things here into money problems.
Catherine asked as if she was stunned.
“Did Violet tell you to do that? She always hated coming to parties, so she must say so.”
Winter made an absurd expression as if he didn’t notice such an obvious thing.
“Mother too. It’s money involved, so of course, it’s my idea.”
“Winter!”
In the end, Catherine’s voice, which seemed soft all along, became louder. Winter grimaced and continued.
“I’m 27 now. Why did you interfere with my divorce when I’m not even a child? Besides, it’s not like you can’t have a party just because I don’t give you money for a few months.”
“No matter how much!”
“I’m really busy. If you’re going to nag me, don’t forget to write it down somewhere and do it next month. I’ll listen to you until you’re sick of it.”
He was sometimes harsh not only on his wife but also on his parents, sometimes quick-tempered, and angry.
Catherine knew that, but he never said he would cut the money so firmly. Catherine’s shock was even greater because he was a son who listened to his parents.
In a world where titles were not everything, the Blooming couple had no choice but to strengthen their power through the social world. The inability to hold a party is directly linked to a flaw in power.
Either way or not, Winter, who took measures such as a bolt from the blue for his parents, rushed back to his house before Hayel stomped his feet and got angry.
***
When Violet woke up in the morning, it was after her husband left. She thought she heard Winter saying that there would be no big party for a while in her sleep, but she couldn’t remember well because she was half asleep.
Fortunately, he told Flip to tell the story properly in advance, so Violet woke up and found out about Winter’s actions.
It was Catherine’s party that made Violet fall into a phobia, just as a singer with stage fright went on stage and wasn’t able to sing. Thinking that Catherine would not be able to hold the party easily because she had no money, for the time being, the fear in her heart disappeared and became lighter.
Perhaps because of that, while Winter was gone, the mansion was perfectly quiet for a while.
However, since her husband left, Violet could feel that Flip kept hovering around her and snooping.
When she asked him why, he was embarrassed and confessed that Winter asked him to monitor her with a red face. Violet felt falsely accused of being watched for what she did wrong, but after a few days, she got used to it and didn’t care much.
By the end of August, Violet’s hair had grown a little longer, so it was not awkward to tie it in one bunch.
Jen, a maid who became fond of her, tied her hair with a white ribbon with a yellow dandelion on it.
Violet, sitting opposite the mirror, asked, fiddling with her fine hair that had flowed a little different than usual.
“Isn’t it really weird?”
“Not at all! You’re so cute!”
Royal women usually tied their hair neatly and arranged it with pins so that they would not feel messy when decorating their hair.
However, she was concerned that Winter asked about what kind of husband and wife couldn’t sit face to face if they didn’t comb. When she told Jen about it, Jen insisted that she should try the hair that is popular these days and tied it loosely.
Jen chattered.
“My old housekeeper told me this was a trend. Like, a Southern girl?”
“I don’t know why I have to be a Southern girl. I’m a capital person and an adult.”
“Oh, my little lady, why are you wasting this beautiful face so squarely? I’ll take care of it.”
Jen pouted her lips like a child. Violet smiled a little because Jen was so cute.
After tying her hair according to Jen’s taste, Violet came out to the garden after wearing the boots she bought last time.
Fortunately, she was as talented as she liked it, and everywhere she took care of was so pretty that she was afraid if Winter saw it, he would talk about firing the gardener again.
Violet was concentrating on managing the garden, when she heard a voice from behind.
“Violet.”
Violet paused and turned around.
Her mother, Mrs. Ella Philice, stood on a stone-layered road.
“Mother?”
“Oh, my God, what are you doing?”
Ella looked at her daughter with astonished eyes. Then Violet, who was a little embarrassed by her mother’s sudden appearance, said as if it was no big deal.
“My husband doesn’t like to be too neat.”
“No matter how much!”
“As mother said, I’m not a royal anymore, but a Blooming person.”
Ella was displeased by Violet’s quiet but firm words, but no longer pointed out her outfit. Violet took off her gloves, put them in a bucket, and asked as she headed to the mansion.
“What brings you here?”
“I was wondering when I could see my grandson. I can’t see the slightest hint. Isn’t three years enough?”
“My husband doesn’t want children.”
“You can’t just blame your husband every time. You have to try.”
She remembered Ash’s words that divorce should never be allowed. Violet asked calmly, thinking that it was a child that he thought of as a “measure for his sister not to divorce.”
“Brother must have told you to go. To talk about child matters.”
“He’s worried about you, too. It’s because he has a lot of work to do, he’s a soft-hearted kid.”
Violet, smiling bitterly and nodding her head, pointed to the mansion and said.
“My husband will be back by this evening, so I’ll try to convince him again. Have a cup of tea for now.”
But for the first time in a while, it wasn’t bad to have a cup of tea with her mother alone.
To Help You Understand – Chapter 25
Violet didn’t tell her husband about being trapped in the closet because he refused to talk to her again and again. Because he was such a husband, she knew he wouldn’t get angry at this at all.
She has seen Winter angry a few times, but she has never seen him so angry outside of the wedding hall.
As she waited for Winter’s answer, he opened his mouth again.
“Why do you say it as if it was nothing?”
“Because it’s already in the past.”
“Then it is nothing?”
“When did I ever say it is nothing?”
“That’s how you look!”
Winter couldn’t stand it and raised his voice, uttered a curse word, and spoke to himself.
“I don’t know why people around me are meddling when I’m the one in charge of getting divorced or not.”
“That’s what it is.”
Then, the door opened and Hayel pushed his head in.
“Lord, you really have to go now!”
“Wait, I’ll be right out.”
“It’s really urgent.”
“Can’t you hear me?”
When Winter made an impression and turned to Hayel, he flinched and quietly left the bedroom.
When the door closed, Winter looked at Violet as if he was looking at a prey.
‘I’m the one trapped, but why is he so angry?’ Violet sighed quietly and asked.
“You’re really mad this time, aren’t you?”
“To whom?”
“To me.”
“Do I look mad at you right now?”
“Yes.”
“Did I do that all three years?”
When Violet tilted her head at his question, Winter erased his expression to the point that it looked achromatic this time.
“Did I look angry all three years? Always.”
“Well……”
Violet smiled faintly.
“You didn’t look angry, you were angry. Only towards me.”
“…….”
“Anyway, I really need to sleep now. I’m tired.”
Violet sat on the bed and took off her slippers one by one. But Winter, who had to go out, came along and lay down on her bed.
Violet asked with a rare expression.
“What are you doing?”
“Lying down. Why?”
“It’s my room.”
“What a shame. Now you’re also losing your bed to your husband.”
“What a strange man..….”
Violet looked unconvinced, but Winter grabbed her arm and pulled it, forcing her to lie next to him.
Lying down pretending to be tired, Winter just stared at Violet. Violet said, embarrassed by her husband’s cold yet warm eyes.
“You seemed busy though.”
“I’ll go when you fall asleep. If you want to kick me out, quickly go to sleep.”
Winter said, closing his eyes first, and Violet followed him and murmured.
“Now that it’s done, go to work.”
“Why do you keep kicking me out? You told me to stay the other day.”
“It’s an appointment, and it’s scheduled.”
It was strange that such a person who only knew about work did not go out.
Eventually, Winter lay by her side the whole time without going out, and Violet who was worried, fell asleep because she was so tired.
***
As soon as Violet fell asleep early, Winter soon entered his parents’ mansion.
After sunset, his parents were enjoying dinner with wine at a dinner table with some of Warhosen’s nobles.
Catherine, who found him, approached.
“Winter, what’s going on?”
Then Winter said in a sharp way.
“I heard you punished my wife and locked her in the closet.”
No wonder when he came in, Catherine wondered what else was wrong with him that made his face full of temper.
Catherine, who has learned to control Winter’s hot temper, said affectionately.
“Winter, we did it all for you. You know?”
“How the hell is that for me?”
“I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but Violet shouldn’t do this to you. I don’t want to see my son getting hurt.”
“No matter what, she’s not even a child, isn’t it too much to punish her like that?”
“Did Violet say she was hurt a lot? I’m sorry if I did. I’ll go apologize. I thought it was all for you…….”
When Catherine spoke with a tearful look, Winter’s expression, which had been angry all the way to his head, became somewhat relieved.
“Please apologize.”
“I have to. If she’s hurt, that’s a given.”
“Anyway…… this time I can’t help but to let it go, but you can’t do that from now on. Never.”
“Sure. I’ll never do that again.”
Only then did Winter’s anger soften. He was always lacking in affection, so after hearing his mother’s sweet words, his thoughts often clouded.
Catherine asked, warmly patting Winter’s arm.
“Would you like to eat while you’re here?”
“No, I have to go right away. Then Violet gets an apology, and I’ll end up paying no more for this year’s party.”
“……Huh?”
Catherine, who was not embarrassed at his words, paused.
“What do you mean?”
“Mother can take care of what happens between you and my wife. But anyway, I’m going to meddle in this because my mother interfered with me. That’s what I meant.”
Catherine suddenly remembered the same words as her son’s motto. I will never lose money under any circumstances.
She didn’t know that her son was crazy enough about money to drag even the unpleasant things here into money problems.
Catherine asked as if she was stunned.
“Did Violet tell you to do that? She always hated coming to parties, so she must say so.”
Winter made an absurd expression as if he didn’t notice such an obvious thing.
“Mother too. It’s money involved, so of course, it’s my idea.”
“Winter!”
In the end, Catherine’s voice, which seemed soft all along, became louder. Winter grimaced and continued.
“I’m 27 now. Why did you interfere with my divorce when I’m not even a child? Besides, it’s not like you can’t have a party just because I don’t give you money for a few months.”
“No matter how much!”
“I’m really busy. If you’re going to nag me, don’t forget to write it down somewhere and do it next month. I’ll listen to you until you’re sick of it.”
He was sometimes harsh not only on his wife but also on his parents, sometimes quick-tempered, and angry.
Catherine knew that, but he never said he would cut the money so firmly. Catherine’s shock was even greater because he was a son who listened to his parents.
In a world where titles were not everything, the Blooming couple had no choice but to strengthen their power through the social world. The inability to hold a party is directly linked to a flaw in power.
Either way or not, Winter, who took measures such as a bolt from the blue for his parents, rushed back to his house before Hayel stomped his feet and got angry.
***
When Violet woke up in the morning, it was after her husband left. She thought she heard Winter saying that there would be no big party for a while in her sleep, but she couldn’t remember well because she was half asleep.
Fortunately, he told Flip to tell the story properly in advance, so Violet woke up and found out about Winter’s actions.
It was Catherine’s party that made Violet fall into a phobia, just as a singer with stage fright went on stage and wasn’t able to sing. Thinking that Catherine would not be able to hold the party easily because she had no money, for the time being, the fear in her heart disappeared and became lighter.
Perhaps because of that, while Winter was gone, the mansion was perfectly quiet for a while.
However, since her husband left, Violet could feel that Flip kept hovering around her and snooping.
When she asked him why, he was embarrassed and confessed that Winter asked him to monitor her with a red face. Violet felt falsely accused of being watched for what she did wrong, but after a few days, she got used to it and didn’t care much.
By the end of August, Violet’s hair had grown a little longer, so it was not awkward to tie it in one bunch.
Jen, a maid who became fond of her, tied her hair with a white ribbon with a yellow dandelion on it.
Violet, sitting opposite the mirror, asked, fiddling with her fine hair that had flowed a little different than usual.
“Isn’t it really weird?”
“Not at all! You’re so cute!”
Royal women usually tied their hair neatly and arranged it with pins so that they would not feel messy when decorating their hair.
However, she was concerned that Winter asked about what kind of husband and wife couldn’t sit face to face if they didn’t comb. When she told Jen about it, Jen insisted that she should try the hair that is popular these days and tied it loosely.
Jen chattered.
“My old housekeeper told me this was a trend. Like, a Southern girl?”
“I don’t know why I have to be a Southern girl. I’m a capital person and an adult.”
“Oh, my little lady, why are you wasting this beautiful face so squarely? I’ll take care of it.”
Jen pouted her lips like a child. Violet smiled a little because Jen was so cute.
After tying her hair according to Jen’s taste, Violet came out to the garden after wearing the boots she bought last time.
Fortunately, she was as talented as she liked it, and everywhere she took care of was so pretty that she was afraid if Winter saw it, he would talk about firing the gardener again.
Violet was concentrating on managing the garden, when she heard a voice from behind.
“Violet.”
Violet paused and turned around.
Her mother, Mrs. Ella Philice, stood on a stone-layered road.
“Mother?”
“Oh, my God, what are you doing?”
Ella looked at her daughter with astonished eyes. Then Violet, who was a little embarrassed by her mother’s sudden appearance, said as if it was no big deal.
“My husband doesn’t like to be too neat.”
“No matter how much!”
“As mother said, I’m not a royal anymore, but a Blooming person.”
Ella was displeased by Violet’s quiet but firm words, but no longer pointed out her outfit. Violet took off her gloves, put them in a bucket, and asked as she headed to the mansion.
“What brings you here?”
“I was wondering when I could see my grandson. I can’t see the slightest hint. Isn’t three years enough?”
“My husband doesn’t want children.”
“You can’t just blame your husband every time. You have to try.”
She remembered Ash’s words that divorce should never be allowed. Violet asked calmly, thinking that it was a child that he thought of as a “measure for his sister not to divorce.”
“Brother must have told you to go. To talk about child matters.”
“He’s worried about you, too. It’s because he has a lot of work to do, he’s a soft-hearted kid.”
Violet, smiling bitterly and nodding her head, pointed to the mansion and said.
“My husband will be back by this evening, so I’ll try to convince him again. Have a cup of tea for now.”
But for the first time in a while, it wasn’t bad to have a cup of tea with her mother alone.
