Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Episode 175

“I can’t believe how much this neighborhood has changed; it’s truly unbelievable.”

The silver-haired beauty’s black eyes sparkled as she surveyed her surroundings.

Despite her somewhat haggard complexion, her beauty was unmistakable, commanding the gaze of everyone who walked by McLean manor at least once.

But her sole attendant, a female servant, couldn’t hide her anxiety, in stark contrast to her lady’s nonchalance.

“My lady, are you sure about this? If something were to go wrong…”

“It’s fine. He still hasn’t been able to forget about me.”

“But you, you broke off the engagement so dramatically…”

“It’s natural to clash under such circumstances. His pride must have been hurt, but I’m certain. That man can’t forget me.”

With her mistress so assertive, the servant couldn’t press any further.

Leena, too, sensed her servant’s skepticism, but she was confident in herself.

She remembered distinctly—

– The memories created with Young Master Logan in this beautiful, peaceful place, the precious moments left in a young heart that she didn’t want to abandon.

The moment she feigned her tears.

The man who looked at her with eyes filled with every possible emotion.

The vehement opposition at the time of their broken engagement must have been out of desire for her.

Leena thought so.

And thus.

“Please, make sure one more time. Do I look distressed enough?”

“Yes, my lady. Both your makeup and the garments you prepared are perfect.”

The old-fashioned dress, orchestrated to evoke pity, accentuated her beauty as if it were her intentional choice.

Certainly, Leena was undeniably pretty in her servant’s eyes.

“Good. I’ll grab McLean once again and revive our family.”

Such was her confidence, not excessive in the least.

Whether or not things would go as she wished, however, remained to be seen.

“Yes, my lady. It shall be as you say.”

The servant’s voice lacked conviction, but it didn’t matter to the mistress.

‘Even if I fail to restore the family name, just by securing my place in the manor, it would be a better outcome for me.’

Leena thought as she conjured a wistful expression once again, committing to flawlessly maintain her act until the desired results were achieved.

* * *

“Who?”

“Your former fiancée, Miss Leena Wolves…”

“I know the name, but why would she come here?”

“She says she has something to discuss with you, Young Master.”

“Huh?”

Logan was taken aback, a wry laugh escaping him.

He recalled the rumors about the Wolves family.

Stripped of their wealth and title by the royal family, they lost their ancestral lands and were relegated to a desolate estate on the borders.

It didn’t seem like a pleasant occasion for the eldest daughter of such a distressed family to seek him out.

“Nevermind. Have Dwain handle it and send her away.”

“But she insists on not leaving until she ‘personally’ sees the Young Master.”

“What?”

“Well, it would cause concern if we forcefully turned away a noble entourage. I’m a bit worried about the repercussions of using force unnecessarily.”

“Just another inconvenience, huh… Hmm…”

He didn’t want to provoke idle gossip during this busy period, but it seemed unavoidable.

“Well, let me see her, then. Just to hear what she has to say.”

Dismissing whatever nonsense she might spout was easy enough.

With that lightweight resolve, Logan went to meet his former fiancée.

* * * Squeak.

As the drawing-room door opened, the attendees rose in unison, and among them stood out one lady in particular.

‘Leena…’

Long, shimmering silver hair.

Luminous pale skin and obsidian eyes complementing it.

The distinct facial features remained as beautiful as ever, worthy of admiration.

The haggard look and shadowed face she now bore stirred a protective instinct to embrace and shelter her.

Even in a muted-colored simple dress, her beauty still captured the attention of onlookers like a spell.

‘If I didn’t know any better…’

Logan smirked to himself as he approached, and upon seeing him, Leena gracefully bowed her head.

“It’s good to see you after such a long time, Young Master Logan.”

Her eyes brimmed with sorrow, yet her demeanor was free of hesitation.

Even in a state of pitiable distress, she maintained her dignity.

That appearance, whether genuine or an act, was undeniably compelling, and Logan couldn’t help but give a nod of acknowledgment.

“Yes, it has been a long time, Miss. But why have you come all this way? I don’t see a reason that would necessitate your travel.”

His dismissive greeting seemed to momentarily unnerve her, but she responded without pause.

“I came to apologize for past offenses and to establish a new relationship between our families and the McLains.”

“Hm, a new relationship? Seems like something Sir Kairon Wolves should’ve addressed personally, don’t you think?”

She seemed prepared for that jab, smoothly countering with her response.

“My father overexerted himself trying to restore our family’s standing and has collapsed. I convinced him to stay put, and I came in his stead, hoping for your understanding.”

Right. Old friends, or a friend’s child, might be too prideful to bow their heads.

Logan could understand to an extent.

“That’s unfortunate. But…”

Not wanting to prolong the conversation, Logan took a more forceful approach.

“Our McLain family doesn’t need to consider Wolvens’ aid; we’re doing fine without it. You should be aware of that.”

“Yes. Of course, I’m aware.”

“Then let’s hear your terms.”

“What?”

“You didn’t come all this way empty-handed to say such things, did you?”

Caught off-guard, she faltered momentarily.

“Ah… Yes, well, you’re right.”

Her eyes wavered slightly, then she began to lay out her prepared terms.