I Found a Husband When I Picked up the Male Lead

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“Grandfather?”

Raphel widened his eyes and tilted his head, unsure.

“Yes, call me grandfather.”

Baron Frosier said, looking at the scene with satisfaction.

Four people sat at the dining table, having a meal together.

Raphel, who had bee adapting to the environment over the last few days, relaxed his guard against the Baron and Baroness.

It also helped that the Baroness looked so similar to Lizelle.

Both the Baron and Baroness had long since been won over by the poor child.

“Now that I think about it, doesn’t this kid resemble Lizelle when she was a child?”

Lizelle’s eyes widened in surprise at her mother’s unexpected comment.

“What on earth are you talking about? We have nothing in common, from our hair to our eyes, it’s all different…”

It was true that Raphel was cute and lovable, but they looked nothing alike. Did her parent have a filter over their eyes? He looked like her? Their attitude toward Raphel was similar to…

‘They’re basically treating him like their grandchild, aren’t they?’

Her parents reacted beyond what she had expected, she was at a loss.

“Now that I think about, it seems like it. There was a time when our Lizelle was that small too. When did she get so big? … Oh.”

Baron Frosier wiped his eyes, as if recalling old memories. He was feeling sad.

It was the first time he had seen his daughter, who favored expensive and flashy things, treat a child with so much kindness. He never knew that she liked children. Somehow, he couldn’t help but feel moved seeing his daughter become more mature these days.

“…”

Lizelle was dumbfounded by her father’s emotional reaction.

“Oh really, you’re acting like a child.”

Rosalie took a handkerchief out and wiped the Baron’s tears.

“As a father, I’m grateful that my daughter was able to grow up healthy.”

The Baron quickly wiped his tears away again and stared at Lizelle with emotion clearly visible in his eyes.

She had been at a loss of how to react to her fathers overwhelming love since morning.

He was a Baron who financed his daughters’ extravagant activities by taking out loans and giving all he had for her. Although it was not the right way to educate their child, ultimately it was done out of affection for her. She felt awkward being showered with undeserved love.

It was also the first time since she was a child that she felt this kind of blind affection without anyone expecting anything in return. It made her think of her own parent that had passed away, making her heart ache.

“Are you sad, grandfather?”

While she had been unable to respond to her fathers’ comments and was hesitating, Raphel spoke to the Baron with watery eyes.

He looked worried that his tears we due to sadness.

“These are tears of joy.”

“Really?”

“Really. These are tears I am shedding because I am so happy.”

The Baron smiled kindly and patted Raphel’s head.

“It’s possible to cry when you’re happy and sad?”

He was five years old, an age where he was very curious and everything is fascinating and interesting.

“It’s what happens when you’re too happy or too sad.”

The Baron patiently answered all of Raphel’s questions without any signs of annoyance.

The sight of him constantly asking questions, reminded him of Lizelle when she was young. His mind returned to the old memories again.

“Alright, let’s eat now.”

With Rosalie’s words, the lively meal began.

When Raphel confirmed that everyone was eating, he gabbed his spoon and the small hand began transferring all of the carrots to the edge of the plate.

“Raphel.”

There was no way he wouldn’t be caught.

Lizelle who noticed everything, raised her stern voice and he quickly shoved the carrots back into the soup.

“Hehe.”

He didn’t forget to smile brightly as if nothing had happened.

“It’s so similar. Even the fact that he doesn’t like carrots is just like you as a child.”

“Me? That can’t be.”

Lizelle strongly denied Rosalie’s comparison, saying it couldn’t be true.

“Lizelle, you also didn’t eat carrots and green peppers when you were young.”

“…”

Lizelle had nothing to say to that so she just kept her mouth shut.

To be honest, she didn’t really like bell peppers and was also avoiding eating them. As an adult, she was also being a picky eater. It was unfair of her to push Raphel to not be so picky.

“But, you need to eat well to get better quickly…”

As a discouraged Lizelle was stirring her soup, Baron Frosier took the opportunity to grab all the carrots off Raphel’s plate and swallow them in one mouthful.

Raphel looked at the Baron with sparkling eyes, like he was his hero.

“Shh!”

The Baron, who had swallowed the carrots, covered his mouth with his index finger extended toward Raphel.

“Shh!”

Raphel chuckled and copied the Barons actions.

In an instant, the two became friend as they shared a secret between them.

***

From that day on, Raphel became completely absorbed into the Baron family.

“Grandfather!”

Raphel ran toward the Baron, the paper in his hand flapping.

“Oh my, be careful or you might fall.”

The Baron smiled kindly as he hugged Raphel, who had run up to him.

“Grandfather, look at this!”

Raphel proudly held out the paper in front of the Baron, spreading it out so he could clearly see.

It looked like a piece of paper that had black scribbles all over with black ink, the page almost entirely filled with the winding swirls.

“This is grandfather and grandmother and this is Lizelle and this is me!”

Raphel said confidently as he pointed at each line on the drawing.

So, it was a drawing and not a doodle after all. A drawing depicting the four of them together.

“Were eating cookies together!”

Although it seemed like he had just drawn random lines, there was some structure to the picture. After looking at the mysterious drawing, the baron smiled as he patted Raphel’s head.

It didn’t matter if he was unable to recognize the picture or a word, all he had to do was empathize with his words and actions. All the child wanted was a smile and praise.

“We’re all happily eating cookies, you drew it well.”

“Hehe! Having some cookies!”

Raphel, in a good mood after hearing the Barons praise, excitedly shook his head. It was something he only did when he was in a really good mood.

“Then shall we go and get some cookies?”

“Yes!”

Understanding Raphel’s intentions perfectly, the Baron asked. Raphel’s eyes brightened as he raised his hands. The baron picked up Raphel and headed straight toward the dining room. They got along exceptionally well.

“Raphel.”

Meanwhile, Lizelle, who had come down to the first floor to find Raphel, was looking around the house.

She was looking for him because he had excitedly run away to show the Baron the picture he had drawn, but had not returned yet.

“Raphel?”

She entered the dining room and stopped. She had thought this might be the case.

“Father.”

She narrowed her eyes when she spotted the two. The Baron and Raphel’s eyes widened when they saw Lizelle come into the room. Both of them were chewing something intently, cheeks puffed out.

“I told you not to give him cookies before a meal.”

As Lizelle scolded him, the Baron spoke after swallowing the cookie hastily.

“Uh, this isn’t a cookie…”

“You have crumbs on your mouth.”

In the face of undeniable evidence, the Baron silently wiped his mouth. It was the first day the four of them had tea in the garden. The cookies Raphel ate at the time were so delicious that from that day on, he only wanted to eat cookies instead of his meals. Since he didn’t want to eat and only wanted the cookies, she had promised to give him a cookie if he ate his meals properly, but her father would give him cookies whenever he wanted them.

“It seems like you really want to eat cookies…”

The Baron became sullen at his daughters scolding and his shoulders slumped. To others, the baron may be stern, but in front of his daughter, he was always a doting father.

“No, still.”

Lizelle approached the two people, her expression gradually relaxing.

Somehow, as the days passed, her father seemed to enjoy playing with Raphel more and more. He was able to perfectly understand Raphel’s words that no one else was able to understand.

As expected, the experience and years of raising a child could not be ignored.

“Raphel, you can’t skip lunch just because you ate a cookie.”

“Yes! Hehehe!”

Embraced by Lizelle, Raphel laughed happily with crumbs all over his mouth.

He had already eaten enough cookies and was very content. He thought it was a secret that he had shown the picture of them eating cookies to the Baron just because he wanted to h