The Time-Limited Villain Supports My Breakup

Chapter 30

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She began her story cautiously.

“They were talking about…”

With those words, Livnell fell silent. I had a vague idea of what was going on.

I nodded, indicating that I understood, and there was no need to explain. Following that, Livnell continued.

“Even so, you said Lord Evans is good. Those things will change once you’re married.”

She sighed.

“Honestly, I know it’s a bit of a stretch. But can someone who spills such words to others even before marriage really change after getting married?”

She shook her head as if to answer herself. I was thinking the same thing.

Once a cheater, always a cheater, right?

They say people don’t change.

Even if there are people who change, that’s just a story from novels. I nodded in agreement.

“I have the same thought. Just the fact that he talked about me in front of someone else makes it a lost cause.”

“…You really think so?”

“Yes. How can a couple who don’t respect each other build a happy home?”

I said with a wry smile.

“Actually, I’m relieved to know now. Well, it’s a bit late, but still.”

“I’m really… glad you did, Daphne.”

Finally gaining confidence, Livnell brushed off her chest and smiled brightly.

There was something about her, her light brown hair, her innocent eyes…

She reminded me, strangely, of a squirrel.

A squirrel that is not easy but a squirrel that is adamant.

‘But…’

Why would someone who was so well-cared for be so skinny?

In the novel, it was described that Peregrine’s unique magic did not match well with Livnell, and considering the standards of this world, she was also past childbearing age.

‘But I don’t think that’s the whole story…’

I narrowed my eyes slightly in wonder.

As if the preparations were complete, Livnell’s maids came out and placed a teacup in front of her.

But unlike the clear tea I was used to, the cup was filled with a yellowish-off-white liquid that wasn’t see-through.

‘Somehow, it looks familiar.’

“What kind of tea is this?”

“Oh. You probably don’t know.”

Livnell responded to my question.

“It’s good for pregnant women and women in general. My personal physician prescribed it, and I’ve been drinking it morning and night because it tastes good.”

In fact, she added that she wanted to drink other teas as well, but she refrained from doing so because of Cyan’s concerns.

“It might be unfamiliar to you. It’s a tea that can only be found in warm regions far away.”

Nodding, I took a sip of the tea she offered and was momentarily struck by the taste in my mouth.

‘This is…’

I lowered my gaze, looking at the teacup. The tea, with its reddish hue and a rich flavor, was very familiar. An unmistakable taste.

Sighing, I forced a stifled laugh and asked Livnell,

“Did your physician tell you to keep taking this tea?”

“Yeah. I make sure to drink it at least once a day. On the days when the physician comes, I have it in the morning and evening.”

“How long have you been drinking it?”

“It hasn’t been that long. Since I left the mansion, it’s been a little over two months.”

Two months. I quickly searched through Daphne’s memories.

Livnell had started complaining of abdominal pain and a poor complexion just over a month ago.

Anxious Cyan eventually took Livnell with him for medical care.

‘But she probably didn’t get better.’

Considering she continued to drink this supposedly beneficial tea,.

‘I think I know what this is…’

Suppressing the boiling anger, I grinned.

“Aunt, if it’s okay, can I meet your personal physician too? I’ve been feeling a little under the weather lately.”

Livnell’s eyes widened.

“Not feeling well? Let’s go to the clinic right away…”

“No, it’s not that serious.”

As if to reassure her, I raised both my hands hastily.

“In that case…”

Relieved, Livnell said,

“You might meet him if you go to the Third Pavilion. He’s decided to become the resident physician to keep an eye on things.”

“I see. Thank you, Aunt.”

Smiling slyly, I tilted the teacup again.

‘Resident physician, huh.’

I don’t know who it is or what motives they have, but I’ll find out soon enough.

‘I won’t just sit still.’

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Most nobles only had their main residence in the capital, with no separate annex.

They didn’t see the need for a significant space since it was only used during the social season, given that their primary estate was elsewhere.

However, the Peregrines were an exception. Not only was their main estate grand, but the size of their annex was also considerable.

Therefore, the personal physician, Spencer, appreciated the Peregrine mansion.

It was a suitable place for someone like him, aspiring to greatness.

His employer, Cyan Peregrine, had generously increased his salary beyond the usual, all for the sake of his wife’s health.

“As expected, the wealthy are different.”

He muttered as he organized his belongings.

Without hesitation, he neatly folded the doctor’s robe, which he considered as important as life itself, and hung it in the middle of the room.

Spencer looked at it with a proud expression.

‘Someday, this gown will be replaced by one affiliated with the temple.’

His fist clenched involuntarily.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A somewhat nerve-wracking knock echoed.

Or rather, it wasn’t a knock that someone might consider as such.

It was a rough sound, and the person knocking didn’t introduce themselves first. Spencer scowled.

“Who is it?”

He asked irritably as he forcefully swung the door open.

“Who on earth would be so rude-!”

“Hi.”

But he couldn’t continue speaking.

The person in front of him was Daphne Peregrine.

The person he didn’t expect to come and visit him—what brought her here?

Flustered, Spencer adjusted his glasses and said casually,

“Milady, I apologize. I didn’t realize it was you…”

“Oh, it’s fine.”

Daphne seemed to graciously dismiss his concern with a smile.

“But what brings you here…?”

“I heard you have good tea.”

“Good tea?”

“Yes. I heard you gave some to my aunt. She enjoys it so much that I became curious about how good it is.”

Of course I can give it to her, right?

Daphne smiled brightly.

The moment Spencer heard that, the smile vanished from his face. He quickly changed his expression and nonchalantly asked,

“Why are you looking for that tea?”

“Just because it’s said to be delicious. Why? Is it something I shouldn’t be drinking?”

Daphne’s question made him shut up.

It wasn’t like that. Even if Daphne drank this tea, it wouldn’t cause any problems with her body. In fact, she might enjoy it because of its good taste. Which was all the more troubling.

He had to conceal what kind of tea it was and its effects. Spencer thought quickly.

Considering Daphne’s personality, if he refused her request, he didn’t know what mischief she might cause. It could lead to even greater disturbances, risking the unraveling of everything.

Given Daphne’s track record, it wasn’t an unfounded concern.

Yes. It might be better to just give in. After all, what harm could it do?

‘Besides, if it’s the foolish Daphne, she probably wouldn’t even realize what kind of tea this is.’

With this judgment, Spencer nodded his head. Eventually, he brought out the powder.

Inside the envelope was an unfamiliar, pale-colored powder for the imperial citizens.

“If you mix it with water or milk, it’ll taste good. I can only offer you this much, as I need to give some to Lady Livnell. Please understand.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Daphne turned away, smiling brightly.

Watching her walk away obediently, Spencer smirked. “That’s how nobles are. They rely on their past reputation, not growing beyond their name.”

Spencer sneered and closed the door behind him.

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And then.

Alone in the corridor, Daphne burst into hollow laughter.

As expected, her instincts were right. She knew what this powder was.

The tea prescribed by the physician for Livnell was not supposed to be drunk by pregnant women because it was bad for the fetus and could lead to miscarriage.

In my previous life, it was well known that adlay tea is not good for pregnant women.

However, judging by the difficulty of obtaining it from other countries, it seemed that powdered adlay had not yet become popular in this world.

‘Of course, as long as she doesn’t consume a large amount, the risk is minimal…’

The mere attempt was problematic, especially considering that Livnell, in the original story, eventually had a miscarriage.

“I mean, they went to the trouble of bringing this thing in from another country…”

Daphne mumbled slowly, tilting her head.

It had been about two months since Livnell had started drinking adlay tea. According to Daphne’s memory, around two and a half weeks ago, someone from this mansion went out to another country for a short time, for a different reason.

She had a vague idea of who was responsible. However, there was still no confirmation.

‘In that case, let’s investigate a bit more.’

Daphne, with a pocket full of adlay powder, exited the annex.

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Meanwhile, the maids in the mansion were bustling around.

The second son of the mansion, Cyan, and his wife, Livnell, had returned.

They needed to meticulously prepare to ensure that Livnell, who was frail, faced no difficulties.

However, they had been so busy all morning that they hadn’t had time to prepare a proper meal.

“Ugh, I’m starving…”

When the maids clutched their hungry stomachs and made distressed expressions, a sweet aroma wafted through the air. It smelled like freshly baked bread—sweet and soft.

“Who is secretly eating here?”

“Could it be? No way!”

They said that, but honestly, it was an incredibly tempting scent.

The maids swallowed hard, their mouths watering. They were drawn towards the source of the fragrance as if enchanted.