Chapter 67

He seemed to have heard her business with Adolf. On reflection, it could have been relayed to the Marquis. Since the Marquis was the house owner, a report that the house had been fixed up would surely go to him.

What happened along the way may have been naturally reported.

“He said you looked to be in a tough spot.”

Liv wondered how much he heard.

She kept her silence for a moment, biting her lip.

Adolf was the one who suggested for her to ask for help from the Marquis. So, wouldn’t he tell enough story to make the Marquis pity her circumstance? Maybe Adolf’s words had stirred up some sympathy to make him call her like this. If that was true…

Is this the time to ask the Marquis for something?

“I have… a sick sister. I think that’s what you’re talking about.”

As she struggled to speak, the Marquis nodded for her to continue. Liv hesitated, then finally spoke in a slightly clearer voice, as if determined.

“She’s surviving on medication, and I just heard that a new medicine has been developed at the Dominian Medical Research Institute. I’ve been told that the medicine might even cure my sister’s illness, but… I don’t know where to look for it. If only I can get information about it…”

“Medicine, huh…”

The Marquis, tilting his head at an angle, muttered to himself.

“Is that the reason you need money?”

Her need for money was now unabashedly displayed before the Marquis. Taking Liv’s silence as an affirmation, the Marquis gave a small nod.

“That’s a sad family situation.”

The Marquis said it, but his tone was quite emotionless.

“But before you start looking into the medicine, shouldn’t you get her to a doctor first?”

He said the same thing as Adolf. Regardless, Liv still couldn’t be sure of it. Wouldn’t it be the same for anyone if they saw that child bleeding to death?

“Of course she got a doctor to examine her, but it didn’t go anywhere.”

“Are you sure it was a proper examination?”

“Sorry?”

“Judging from your circumstances, I’m guessing the doctor you went to wasn’t a good one.”

Liv opened her eyes wide as the Marquis unexpectedly hit the mark. The Marquis stared at Liv closely and then raised his cup again.

He didn’t open his mouth again as if he had already said everything he needed to say. Liv was the one who got restless as the silence grew longer. She had already said what she wanted to the Marquis, and the Marquis pointed out what should be done first.

It likely meant he wanted Liv to ask for something else.

Does he want me to ask for a referral to a doctor?

Liv parted her lips and eventually let out her voice again as if wringing it out.

“By any chance, if you could help me take care of my sister,”

“What if I can?”

“I, will do whatever it takes.”

Such unspecified promises are dangerous.

Liv understood well how reckless and fearless she sounded. But she couldn’t say anything else. She had no material things to offer in return for the Marquis’ help.

At Liv’s words, the Marquis let out a subtle hum. Then, with eyes narrowed, he asserted.

“Nothing you can give me is worth anything, Teacher.”

Liv suddenly raised her head and looked at the Marquis. Liv’s eyes shook greatly. Seeing her desperate expression, the Marquis raised the corner of his mouth at an angle.

“What? Do you think you have something you can give to me?”

Her face turned red at that. Liv realized that the Marquis had recognized a deeply hidden imagination that she hadn’t even recognized herself. That presumptuous imagination that perhaps the Marquis would like to have her in his bed.

“Yes. On second thought, there’s something good in you.”

The Marquis nodded coolly and leaned his back. Liv’s shoulders stiffened with tension as he spoke.

“You are interesting.”

It wasn’t a complicated statement, but Liv didn’t understand what on earth he was talking about. She wondered what was interesting about herself.

“So go ahead and keep me entertained. If you don’t disappoint me, good luck will come to your doorstep every day.”

Is that really good luck? These things are too great to be wrapped in the sweet words of good luck, aren’t they?

Liv felt her heart pounding with a vague sense of anxiety.

“Bring your sister. I’ll introduce you to a good doctor.”

“A doctor?”

“She’s been taking care of my health for a long time, so there is no need to doubt her skills.”

Surely, the Marquis’ doctor would be better than the quack she met in the past. In the first place, Liv wouldn’t be able to meet such a person. She was stunned by this piece of good fortune that seemed to have fallen from the sky.

The Marquis, who had casually dropped a piece of luck in front of her, said in an aloof voice.

“And in the future, the extra work will be kept separate from the painting. I’ll send a carriage for you.”

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