I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 21
“Once you sign these documents, all procedures will be completed.”
“Is that so?”
Eve scanned through the documents handed to her by the butler.
The Emperor’s assent was required for the divorce, and the documents already had the Emperor’s seal stamped.
Eve was taken aback that the Count, who had avoided meeting the Emperor, had already secured his consent.
She wasn’t sure what kind of great love would hurry such matters, but the divorce papers were ready, with only Eve’s signature missing.
Eve took up a pen and signed the forms after carefully examining them.
With a puzzled expression, the butler gave her another envelope.
“And these are the documents sent by your husband.”
Eve tried hard not to chuckle as she opened the envelope.
There was documentation about the one hundred million gold coins entrusted to her.
A settlement sum is paid in half cash and half real estate.
Eve simply ignored Azazel’s presence.
One hundred million gold pieces were enough to wash away guilt.
Eve went over the documents one last time.
Eve had studied everything from studies to etiquette flawlessly over the previous three years, and she even managed the Count’s assets personally with the butler’s help.
As a result, she could review such contracts without the assistance of others.
“Yes, butler, thank you for your hard work during this time.”
Eve organized the materials after concluding her assessment and thanked the butler, who shook his head.
“Certainly not. You’ve had it far tougher, madam.”
“It wasn’t hard.”
Though she didn’t believe it was tough, the butler seemed to think otherwise.
He shook his head.
“The master is…”
“Don’t say something like that. What can you say? It wasn’t a love marriage from the start. I’ve already received so much.”
Eve rattled the envelope of paperwork, but the butler’s expression remained solemn.
He asked, sighing softly,
“Will you be staying at the mansion in the capital given by the master?”
Eve’s brow furrowed slightly as she remembered the Count’s strange condition during the divorce.
“Do you mean a month in the capital? And see him twice a week?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
It was inexplicable.
The Count had made such unpleasant demands, whether for the sake of his image or because he was aware of others’ opinions.
If rumors were a worry, Eve reasoned that she should leave the capital sooner.
‘If we’re seen together, it might attract more attention.’
Eve expressed this viewpoint to the Count via the butler, but his mind was already up.
Eve reluctantly accepted these bizarre requirements to receive the one hundred million gold.
She shook her head.
“Only a month… It won’t be any different than normal.”
Eve attempted to be hopeful about the situation.
“Will you keep the same staff at that mansion?”
“Yes, it’s bothersome to find new people.”
The Count had given Eve one of his palaces in the capital and the crew who ran it.
This was good for Eve, who didn’t have time to meet new people.
The butler inquired hesitantly,
“What about the servants who served you, madam?”
That reminded her of being informed she could keep the slaves who had worked closely with her over the last three years if she so desired.
“Wouldn’t that be a demotion for them?”
Would the servants who served the famous Count’s household want to follow a divorced former Countess now that Eve had become wealthy?
The door burst open, and Eve’s servants raced in before the butler could respond.
The surprised butler tried to correct them, but the servants ignored him and clung to Eve.
“Madam! Please bring us along.”
“That’s right, it’s not a demotion.”
“As direct servants who have served you, we’ll only be pushed to less significant positions if a new lady comes.”
Eve considered her three personal servants, who had been with her for three years.
They were a little boisterous and frequently crossed limits, but they never failed to comprehend her demands and did their jobs properly.
‘And they’re pleasant to be around.’
They were also quiet.
Only these three servants and the butler knew Eve was responsible for the Count’s bedchamber.
The other servants knew that the Count Hound regularly brought lovers to the mansion.
The butler spoke out while Eve pondered her options.
“Let’s do it. There are servants in that mansion, but it’s easier to order someone you’re used to commanding.”
With everyone’s focus on her for a while, she couldn’t have just anyone by her side.
Eve nodded slowly.
“…All right, then. I can’t give you the pride of working in the Count Hound’s mansion, but I’ll pay you the same. Don’t be concerned.”
Eve continued, noting the joy on her servants’ cheeks.
“I’ll try to accommodate other minor requests as much as possible.”
“If there’s anything you really want, don’t hesitate to ask.”
The merry servants began talking about remodeling the mansion.
Eve had become accustomed to the hectic environment.
Someone entered via the open door just as she was about to order the servants back.