Saved by Crazy Stepfather!

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I nodded profusely and looked at her as she guessed exactly what I was thinking.

“Right! That’s it.”

“Ah so it’s like that.
Sometimes you don’t act like a child.
You act like an adult the most, especially when you are in front of Miss Harris.”

“Oh… so that’s how I look?”

How could she get it right? I scratched my head in embarrassment as if I had been caught.

“Yes, that’s why I thought it was ‘Oh, she’s bothering me again’.
Anyway, I did some research on Miss Harris.”

“You did?”

“His Highness is not that naïve.
That’s why he did his research.
Miss Harris said that an old couple had been raising her for quite a long time before coming to the Grand Duchy.
They said they picked up a child wrapped in cloth that was washed up in the river, and showed him the cloth that was wrapped around the child.”

“No way.”

“It was the shawl the Grand Duchess was wearing when she went out.
Patterns of the Grand Duchy were sewn on it.
Everything that enters the Grand Duke is embroidered with the family’s pattern.
It meant that it entered the Grand Duchy.
Most aristocrats do that.”

All the evidence proved it…

That Harris was a perfect child of the Grand Duke.

But why was I so uncomfortable?

“There’s evidence, and there’s also a witness, and everyone has come to believe it even without the power of the Grand Duke.”

What? Something’s wrong.

Obviously, I didn’t know anything about this insider story of the Grand Duke in my past memories on whether Harris really was the Grand Duke’s biological daughter.
However, without knowing what happened, I kept feeling uncomfortable.

I felt like I missed something big.

‘Did I hate her that much?’

Did I keep thinking like this because I didn’t like her?

‘I can’t believe I was such a bad girl.’

I felt disappointed in myself.
My complexion turned dark because of that.
Was this jealousy, something I’ve never experienced before? I didn’t know I had feelings that I had only seen in the book.

‘But… maybe jealousy… but there really is something wrong.
When she was in the palace… Or, who did I meet during my past life? What rumors have I heard?’

Otherwise, it was too much to be simply jealous, nor was it discomfort.
I wasn’t sure why.