Chapter 56

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"Something's strange. I just wanted to call for a name correction and support for the group..."

"The goal was achieved, wasn't it?"

"That's true, but... What is this? 'Torn First Love! Childhood Sweetheart's Love Surpasses the Sea!'"

"As a romance novel, isn't it interesting?"

Opal held the newspaper she had just finished reading and pointed to the headline, complaining. Claude, however, didn't seem to care and remained calm.

"As a novel, yes. Well, it's good that Duke MacLeod isn't portrayed as the villain."

"Basic decency, right?"

There's no point in arguing about it now. Opal put the newspaper on the table and sighed, muttering her final thoughts. Claude nodded in agreement.

The article focused more on the story of their marriage and the episodes leading up to it, rather than Opal's name or the identity of the Marquis Luciel. It was a love story about the daughter of the wealthy Earl Holloway and the third son of a poor baron.

Despite their different social statuses, Claude stepped back for Opal's happiness when a marriage proposal with Duke MacLeod was suggested. In a state of despair, Claude went to the chaotic Kingdom of Taishi, met his grandfather, and began his rise to prominence.

Meanwhile, Opal started supporting women's independence to reduce the number of women who would go through similar experiences. She also reached out to underprivileged children, wishing for people's happiness and contributing significantly to charitable causes.

Later, Claude achieved a high status and wealth. However, without the love of Opal, his days were empty. Desiring at least some connection, he invested in Mantes' business and met Duke MacLeod. Duke MacLeod, understanding the depth of their love, stepped back. Opal and Claude eventually reunited and were finally happy together.

"---It's accurate, but it's frustrating."

"But the article also highlights the charity work, so isn't it good?"

While Opal tapped her fingers on the table and grumbled, Claude leisurely sipped his coffee. Watching him, Opal gradually calmed down.

"That's true, but... I need to write a letter of apology to Duke MacLeod for using his name without permission."

"I'll write it. I was the one who talked."

"Can I ask you to do that?"

"Of course. Opal, are you going to meet her now?"

"Yes, Uncle Jonathan said it was fine, so I plan to tell Beth."

Regarding the Keymont estate, Opal had petitioned her uncle, Jonathan Kenzitt, a magistrate, to exempt part of the confiscation for the maintenance of the three children. Her uncle completed the necessary procedures in a day and gave her a response. Of course, this was possible because Opal had prepared in advance. Additionally, the fortunate part was that the confiscation by the Ministry of Justice eliminated the need for Keymont's consent and signature.

"Shall I go with you?"

"No, it's fine. I'll request more guards than last time, and we'll be more noticeable if we go together."

"Opal, you're already quite noticeable on your own, you know?"

"Actually, I'm going in disguise this time."

"Huh?"

"If Beth's attempt to start over is known to be associated with me, it will be difficult. So, I'm going in disguise."

"Be very careful, then."

"Got it."

Claude seemed to want to say more but thought better of it. He smiled and spoke kindly, and Opal responded with a smile.

That afternoon, Opal and Naja went out through the back door and got into a hired carriage arranged by a servant, heading to Beth's place. The front was crowded with reporters and many people. The reporters were seeking information about Keymont and the Marquis Luciel, while the people were either gawkers or those who wanted to meet Opal. Many women, in particular, felt inspired and admired Opal after reading the morning newspaper.

"It's about time people realize how wonderful Lady Opal is. She has always been amazing."

"Thank you, Naja."

Once in the carriage, Naja pouted. Two guards were also in the carriage with her.

"If Beth doesn't thank you, I won't forgive her. But I also can't understand her change of heart..."

Opal smiled wryly at Naja's grumbling and looked out the window. The cityscape gradually changed, and the buildings became more dilapidated. Today, Opal was wearing Naja's everyday clothes, so she shouldn't stand out too much in this area.

"Let's go."

"Yes!"

Naja, who seemed more enthusiastic than Opal, followed her as she got out of the carriage. They climbed the same old stairs and knocked on the door.

"Hello, Beth. How are you feeling?"

"Lady..."

While Beth was still in shock, Opal slipped inside, and Naja followed, closing the door. Observing Beth, who stood there in a daze, Opal noticed her pale face and a belly that looked ready to burst.

"Standing must be tiring. Why don't we sit down?"

Opal opened the bedroom door, and Beth didn't try to stop her. Instead, she sat down next to Opal. Opal was puzzled by Beth's sudden docility.

"Are you in pain anywhere? Your stomach? Your back? Or do you feel unwell?"

"No..."

Beth answered softly and fell silent. As Opal sat next to her without saying a word, she heard Beth's muffled sobs.

"Beth?"

"I... I'm scared..."

"I understand."

It's natural to be afraid before giving birth, especially alone. Opal wondered about Beth's family but decided it was tactless to ask.

"Hey, Beth. Would you like to move to the facility I support? It's inconvenient to be here so close to your due date. There are many experienced people there who can help."

"But..."

"Don't worry about the money. I've talked to Lord Keymont, and he agreed to provide the child's maintenance."

Opal suggested this, knowing she couldn't leave Beth alone here. She also reassured her that money shouldn't be a concern. Beth wiped her tears with her sleeve and glared at Opal.

"I read in the newspaper that he was arrested. The father of this child!"

Beth screamed in a voice like a cry and then closed her eyes.