Confrontation: Part 2

I closed the door and walked out at the desolate hallway.

I was lost in my thoughts on how I will be able to accomplish the task the Duke gave to me.

Instantly reaching my room, I called Sheila and rang the bell and my maid immediately came to my room.

"Can you get me some snacks and tea... the one with a calming effect."

"Chamomile tea? I'll prepare it this instant."

Sheila was about to leave when I stop her from going.

"Wait...!" Sheila looked back.

"What is it, Lady Evelyn?"

"Never mind the tea, just prepare a warm bath. I'll just sleep early. I am too exhausted today!"

The maid looked at me with a worried face, as the employees know what happened this morning when the Duke went back from the expedition in the North Border.

I was indeed too tired because of the events that only happened within a day.

The rumor that the only Lady of the Emsworth household being ignored by her own family must have been spread inside the mansion.

I look at Sheila and promptly gesture to prepare the warm bath.

I made my way to the bed while waiting. I close my eyes and recalled the things that happen that weren't in the novel.

'Even though this is not the start of the story, the backstory is still even worst for Evelyn.'

'There's not even a single good thing that happened since I became aware of my situation.'

'I hope today's surprises stop here. I would be thankful if that would be the last stressful event that will happen.'

As I said those words, tap-tap... a knock on my door can be heard from the other side.

Sheila came outside from the bathroom to get the door. Opening the door, a female voice can be heard, it was a maid.

"Lady Evelyn…'

"Who is it?" I asked Sheila, even though I know it was a maid. I asked, nonetheless.

"It was a maid from the Young Master's place." Sheila was looking at me, worried when she said that.

I jolt from my bed and ask with annoyance in my voice.

"What does brother want with me?!" I replied to Sheila so that she can ask the maid who came.

After a while, Sheila looked confused and said that brother wants to see me in his study.

I was bewildered as the brat who just mock me earlier is now calling for me to meet him in his study.

"What does he want this time? Drinking tea? Ha..." I mumbled to myself.

"Sheila, tell the maid that I was sick… I can't go! Tell her that I'll visit brother some other time" As my maid, Sheila talk to the other maid and finished telling what I've said.

Sheila looks at me, sorry was written all over her face. I ask her what's wrong and the next words left me outrage.

'Well… the Young Master said that if you didn't go, he will come here himself.'

'…shit! That Damn brat would not let me go without annoying the hell out of me!' I cursed inwardly; my face was burning red with anger rising.

I stand up and fix my hair. I look at the mirror and I can see my eyes looking tired from all the sleepless nights and the dreams that have been haunting me.

I went and go to face the maid who is waiting outside, and I hastily made her lead the way to my brother's study room.

'In my memory, the last time that I went there, was when he poured tea to me after I annoyed him to played with me.'

I laugh sarcastically and the maid looked at me with a puzzled face.

I can't help it as I keep on remembering bad memories, from this world and that world.

'There's nothing good in any of them. Damn!'

While walking with my thoughts all messed up, we arrived at the destination.

It was a massive door just like what Fathers' office has. I looked at the maid, gesturing to let my brother know that I was here.

'Ah... I hate this!' My stomach was turning upside down with the taxing affair that's happening a lot today.

'I can't even turn down the freaking summons from him!' I grip the hems of my dress, I needed to hold on to something to channel the anger that's been building up.

The maid knocks a few times and opens the door. I immediately saw a familiar silver-blue hair color that's dangling in the brewing sunset.

'I'm starting to hate that color! There's no single thing good when I saw those shade.' I remembered the father and son pair with the same hue of hair.

Allan noticed my presence and turn to look at my side.

"Sit..."

'Ah... really. They are like two peas in the pod.'

I promptly comply and sat on the chair and look at him with indifference.

The brat looks at me with a smug face while sipping his tea.

Cutting to the chase, I asked what he called me for with a tone of displeasure. Allan paused for a while and looked at me with surprise.

'What? You didn't expect that your sister will look at you with annoyance?'

He coughs a few times when he caught himself in surprise.

"So, how is it...?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you dumb? Didn't you talk with Father?"

'What?' I was dumbfounded by the way he inquired about the talk that I had with the Duke.

"What's that got to do with you?"

"What?"

Now you're the one who looks dumb and I repeat myself in case he didn't hear what I said.

"I said, what is it got to do with you? Why do I need to tell you what I talk about with Father?"

"Wha- What? What did you say again?"

"Haa... Do I need to repeat it?" I became tired of how foolish the talk I'm having right now. Then, he glared daggers at me.

"I dare you to say that again!" He warned me to watch what I say in front of him.

'Haa... this brat! Did he think he can order me whenever he wants then I'll just silently nod and do his bidding?!'

"Bullshit...!" I said out loud.

The brat looked at me like he heard wrong.

"What did you just say Evelyn Emsworth?!"

"I said BULLSHIT!" I glared at him. I was pissed right now. He makes me come here just to interrogate me. What kind of bullshit this is?

He was surprised at my choice of words.

'Haa... I'm tired of this...!' I stood up and tried to leave when the brat holds my hand to stop me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" his face was full of questions like what he's seeing isn't me.

I frowned as I see him act like he did nothing wrong.

'I'm tired confronting this kid!'

I forced myself to sit down again and to face this helpless child who doesn't know what he did wrong.

He let go of my hand, and I looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Brother..."

He flinched when my tone was different from the way I did before.

"What...?'

'Should I correct him?' I was struggling to decide if I should try to correct the way this kid behave.

'Yes... let's try...!'