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“Cecil, you’ve always been groomed by your grandfather as his successor. How can you just give up like that?”

"The Duke cannot be capricious when it comes to the matter of the future heir! Think about it, besides you, does the Momedi family have any other suitable candidates? No, right?"

"...Even so, Grandpa was really, really angry that day."

Cecil sighed: "Grandpa is not even sixty yet. It's not too late to start training a new successor now."

"Alright, alright, even if Grandpa really is planning to groom a new successor, you are still his grandson!"

"If I can't inherit the dukedom, surely I can be granted a piece of land and become a collateral baron?"

Mary said optimistically, "Being a baron is pretty good. As long as we have land, our descendants will be people of high status."

“Mary, this is too unfair to you! You are a count.”

"Hmph, just a fraudulent count."

"..."

"Mary, what if Grandpa really makes up his mind?"

Cecil whispered his true concern: "What if they really mean by kicking me out?"

Mary raised an eyebrow, a haughty look on her face.

"so what!"

"Can't we support ourselves without your grandfather?"

She looked at Cecil, her eyes full of tenderness: "We are so young, the future holds endless possibilities."

“Mary…”

Cecil felt his blood boil, and all his unease vanished.

"With you by my side, what if the worst happens?"

"We can create a future through our own efforts!"

"That's more like it."

Seeing Cecil resolve her inner conflict, Mary smiled with satisfaction.

"Ah, we have a guest. Please rest for a moment, I'll go and greet them!"

Mary walked over with a smile, only to see a familiar face.

"You are......"

"I'm here to see the young master."

After saying a few words, the butler walked directly toward Cecil.

"Young Master!"

Cecil was now covered in dust and looked extremely disheveled.

"Young master, why are you doing this to yourself?"

“Go back and apologize to the head of the family, swear that you will never associate with this woman again, and you will still be the heir of the Momedi family!”

“Mary is my wife.”

Cecil said calmly, "I'm glad you came to see me today, but if you continue to disrespect Mary, please leave."

"..."

"Young Master, the Patriarch asked me to ask one last question."

The butler's expression was grave: "You must think carefully before you answer."

"Your family or this woman, which would you choose?"

"I have no choice."

Cecil said very seriously, "The blood of the Momedi family flows in my veins, and I will always be a descendant of the Momedi family."

“But Mary is my wife, we are one!”

"I can't abandon my family and my wife."

"Then, what about inheritance rights and the wife?"

The butler stared into Cecil's eyes: "The head of the family said that you can only choose one."

Cecil smiled and said decisively, "Mary, of course!"

"...It's such a pity, really such a pity."

"Young Master, your answer has greatly disappointed the head of the family."

“From this day forward, you will be stripped of the surname Momedi.”

"These are the patriarch's exact words—Stay in this remote, impoverished place forever, I don't have a grandson like you!"

"...Please apologize to Grandpa for me."

Cecil lowered his head: "I have let him down."

The housekeeper didn't say anything; he silently walked out of the flower shop.

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Instead of returning to report as the two had expected, the butler went to a secret hideout of the Mormedy family and sent men to keep a close watch on Cecil and Mary's every move.

Cecil was clearly hit hard, and the flower shop suspended operations that afternoon.

However, the very next day, the young master who had been kicked out of the house recovered his spirits.

He personally repaired the slightly leaking roof and distributed his own flyers door-to-door.

In the evening, I went to the store to tally up the day's profits and losses. After dinner, I took a walk in the small town with my wife, who had been busy all day.

Instead of giving up, Cecil is full of energy!

Looking at the other one, Mary's performance also greatly exceeded the housekeeper's expectations.

I thought this materialistic woman would abandon Cecil immediately, but she didn't. Instead, she took even better care of her husband in their daily life.

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No matter how busy she is, she will always make time to prepare three meals a day, and when her husband comes home exhausted, she will always give him a warm hug.

The infamous Countess Mary completely transformed into a good wife and a virtuous helper.

The couple's relationship did not waver because Cecil lost his right to the inheritance; on the contrary, it grew even stronger.

'Countess Mary truly loves the young master.'

The butler stayed at the base for half a month. When the time came, he came to the little flower shop where business was getting better and better.

"Young Master"

Looking at the energetic Cecil, the butler said with great emotion, "Let's go home."

"I will not abandon Mary."

Somewhat surprised by the butler's return visit, Cecil's answer remained unchanged.

“Young master, what I mean is, you and Miss Mary go back together.”

"Go back together?" Cecil repeated incredulously.

"Yes, you have passed the patriarch's test."

The butler sighed and said, "You didn't give up, and Miss Mary didn't leave you. You've made it through."

"Is this Grandpa's test?"

That's right.

Cecil was both surprised and delighted; he hadn't expected his grandfather to compromise!

Can......

Why compromise so quickly? Calling it a test seems a bit too simplistic.

'This isn't like Grandpa's temper at all.'

He wasn't overwhelmed by the surprise; after calming down a bit, one question after another popped into his mind.

"Young Master?"

The butler looked at Cecil strangely: "What are you thinking about? Why do you look so serious?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Cecil shook his head: "I'll go find Mary right away, and we'll leave tonight!"

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"My lord, we have arrived."

Riding her winged tiger to the skies above headquarters, Ophelia stared blankly at the dark mass of people below.

She had no contact with Tantric Buddhism since she left, and her bringing the savior back was quite sudden.

It seems that the esoteric Buddhist sect has already made preparations.

"Go down."

I patted the two-winged tiger on the head, and it landed obediently on the ground.

"My lord!"

As the familiar voice rang out, Orlando immediately knelt down in front of the little girl.

"my lord"

Another familiar face. If I remember correctly, it seems to be a missing tutor from Laplace College?

"my lord"

Shingo Fukai knelt down, and the little girl glanced at him a few more times.