Obsessed with Regressors

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She then told the servant to check upstairs.
She hoped that the man she bumped into simply found a place to rendezvous.
But it seems that it was not.

She frowned and got up from her seat.

‘Oops, it’s a bridge.’

While frowning at her sore muscles, Ann brought clothes for her.
Soon after, she heard the butler approaching from outside and talking.

“My lady, a man from the Viscount Aston has come.
He says he has something to ask about last night.”

After changing her clothes, she went down to the parlor and saw her mother sitting in front of the errand boy from the Viscount’s house.
As she stood in front of the door and her eyes met hers, she pretended not to lift her palm and said to the errand boy.

“So, what exactly does the Viscount want from my daughter?”

The elderly errand boy was unfazed by her mother’s question.
He still spoke politely but confidently.

“Master just wants to talk to Lady Biscon.”

“Then the Viscount would have come in person.
If he wants my daughter to go there, I must know exactly what his purpose is.”

He wanted her to go? Why?

She stood still, unable to understand the conversation between her mother and the errand boy.
If they wanted to talk to her about a thief, someone from the Viscount’s house would have said they wanted to talk to her.
It’s rude to ask her to go otherwise.
That’s why her mother was so angry.
In the end, after several scuffles, the errand boy said as if he couldn’t help it.

“Actually, the Viscount didn’t send me.”

“I guess so.” said her mother, snorting at him as if she knew it.
If she were to be called by the Viscount, he wouldn’t have called her to go.
He was acquainted with her father.
There’s no way she could think of anything to do with the thieves.

But then who was calling her to go?

She was holding her breath and listening to the story in the drawing room.
Since that was her story, rationalizing speaking, that was not eavesdropping.

“I will be honest with you, madam.
In fact, last night the Viscount was ambushed and knocked unconscious.”

“What?”

She didn’t know whose mouth it came from.
Startled, she shut her mouth, only to realize that “what” was heard very close by.
Startled, she turned around and saw Oliver standing right behind her.

“Shh.”

Oliver, as she found herself, quickly put his finger to his lips and pretended to be quiet.
What was he saying now? He made the loudest noise.
She gave a pitiful glance and cast her gaze back toward the drawing room.
Wrong.
She saw her mother and the errand boy, who were already inside, staring at them.

It’s all because of Oliver.

She pretended not to see her mother, who gave her a disapproving look, and went inside.
In that case, it was best to be bold.

“I heard you came from the Viscount Aston house.”

The errand boy also told her the story as if he didn’t know.
Because of what happened yesterday, Viscount Aston wanted to talk with her.
So, if possible, the errand boy wanted her to go with him.
But when asked what was the matter, he repeated the same story he had told her mother.
Viscount Aston lost consciousness in yesterday’s raid.

“Attacked? But who did?”

Oliver, standing next to her, asked after he had decided to follow her in.
The errand boy looked at her at Oliver’s question and said,

“I’m asking you to come and check it out.”

“Why Eugenie?”

In response to her mother’s question, the errand boy looked at her mother.
At the same time, the events of yesterday flashed into her mind.

“The man.”

She opened her mouth unconsciously.
The man who bumped into her.
She thought he was simply a thief or someone trying to have a tryst.
She explained it to her mother and Oliver, who looked at her with puzzled expressions.

“Yesterday at the prom Julia, no, I was looking for something for a while and bumped into a guy.”

Did the man attack Viscount Aston? She wondered if that was the case, so she turned to the errand boy.
He said impassively.

“All I have heard is that I must bring Lady Biscon to ask her some questions about the man that attacked the Viscond.”

‘What will we do?’

Her mother’s and her gaze collided.
At other times, she would have been angry at the rudeness, but she was concerned that Viscount Aston was unconscious.

She sighed and told her mother.

“I’ll be back.”

Viscount Aston’s house was like a house of mourning.
Last night’s glamorous ball seemed like a lie, and she had a hard time managing her expression.

“Eugenie.”

The Viscountess Mary Aston greeted her with her drawn face during the day.
How frightened was to know her husband must have been attacked in the middle of her prom.
She held her hand and comforted her.

“Are you okay? If there’s anything I can do, just say it.”

“I’m sorry for asking you to come here.
Jake is so stubborn…”

As expected, it seems that it was not Viscount Aston and his wife, but their son, Jake Aston, who said she had to go there.
While she was saying she was fine, a slightly stern-looking man appeared through the parlor door.

“Eugenie.”

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Translator Note:

My, another one having strange dreams… Do you think she saw Bunrs in thse dreams too?