Chapter 32: Review

Is this her backing her up?

Rosie nodded, “Alright, Mother.”

Madam Moulton said no more, leading Lia by the hand.

Entering the drawing-room, directly in front of the tea table in the center of her view, a middle-aged man in a black robe with a white collar sat on the sofa.

Hearing the sound, he set down the teacup he was holding, his deep blue eyes looking towards the doorway.

There was none of the imagined piercing gaze, oppressive aura, or trembling body.

This esteemed Bishop of the Church of Truth had a temperament no different from an ordinary priest, except his nasolabial folds were deeper than those of people his age.

Lance Macdonell rose from his seat, touched his forehead and chest with his hand, then placed his palm flat on his left shoulder.

“Truth above all.”

“Miss Rosie, it’s truly wonderful that you’ve returned safely.”

After all, there were three Moultons present, so to differentiate, His Grace the Bishop called her by her first name.

“Truth above all.”

“This is thanks to the guidance of fate, and the timely arrival of several Guard members.”

“Praise Fate.”

Rosie’s every move truly seemed the part.

“Your Grace the Bishop.”

Yvette Lambe, who was at the back, slightly nodded and bowed to Lance.

Lance nodded, “You’ve worked hard.”

After the brief pleasantries ended, Madam Moulton instructed:

“You may leave first.”

Then, she ruffled her younger daughter’s head again.

“Lia, would you like to go play with Miko in your room or the garden for a while?”

Lia pouted, pulled away from her mother’s hand, rushed to Rosie’s side, hugging her leg, and turned her small face away without speaking.

‘These two sisters seemed to have an unusually good relationship.’

Rosie thought for a moment, led Lia to sit on the three-seater sofa on the other side of the tea table, and then she held Lia on her lap.

“Lia, you can sleep for a bit first.”

“Sister will play with you later.”

Lia counted on her fingers, “One, two, three, Sister-sama owes me three bedtime stories, and you have to make them up to Lia.”

“Alright, be a good girl, Lia, go to sleep.”

Rosie finished speaking, and covered the little one’s ears with her hand.

‘Sigh, she never thought that one day she’d be looking after a child, and she got the hang of it pretty quickly too.’

‘Complex feelings.’

Lia didn’t act spoiled anymore, clapping her little hands, and once Miko snuggled into her arms, she leaned against her sister and closed her eyes.

Once the servants had left the drawing-room and closed the door, Madam Moulton also sat down.

“Rosie, tell us, what have you experienced these past two days?”

With Yvette present, Rosie naturally couldn’t casually change her previous “testimony,” nor was there any need to.

After she finished speaking, both the Bishop of the Church of Truth and Madam Moulton furrowed their brows.

Unexpectedly, the mastermind behind all of this was Baron Carter’s daughter, Hannah Carter.

As one of Glenn City’s top magnates, he was both a ‘devout believer’ of the Church of Truth and Viscount Moulton’s political ally.

The two families were considered old acquaintances, and Baron Carter had always been keen on arranging a marriage between his eldest son and Rosie, to further strengthen their ties.

However, Miss Moulton had many admirers, including young masters from royal families, dukes, and marquises.

Furthermore, with Madam Moulton supporting ‘free love,’ the jewel of Glenn City had yet to be claimed.

“I have a general understanding of the situation.”

“Madam Moulton, Miss Rosie, please rest assured that the Church will ensure the betrayer receives the punishment they deserve.”

After stating his position, the esteemed Bishop of the Church of Truth gave Yvette an instruction.

“Ms. Lambe, please ensure Miss Rosie’s safety.”

“Yes, Your Grace the Bishop.”

“Then I shall take my leave now.”

Clearly, due to Hannah Carter’s sensitive identity, Lance Macdonell also found himself with many matters to return to the Church to handle.

Once the man had left, Madam Moulton called the servants back into the room and instructed the parlor maid to notify White to contact Viscount Moulton’s family doctor for a home visit.

After all, Rosie had been through a lot these past two days; although she didn’t end up with broken bones like Hermann Hughes, she wasn’t in much better shape.

Especially after being struck by Donahue Bobby, her arm was still aching faintly.

During this time, the mother and daughter chatted intimately for a bit.

Primarily, Madam Moulton did the talking, and Miss Moulton listened.

The general gist was to reassure Rosie that her father would handle the matter properly and wouldn’t let her suffer in vain.

After the doctor arrived, he examined Rosie and stated that her body was fine, but she should pay attention to the swelling in her arm and rest well, as well as watch her diet.

‘Hmm, that was as good as saying nothing, after all, limited by the era, medical standards were just so-so.’

After dinner and coaxing the clingy Lia, Madam Moulton didn’t make Rosie force herself to wait for her father and brother to return, instead sending her back to her room to rest.

Click.

The door was pushed open, revealing the Young Miss’s bedroom.

Unlike the living room’s subtly luxurious and vintage decor, the ‘modern’ elements of this room were evident: goose-yellow fabric curtains lined with wool, walls covered with wallpaper featuring vine patterns, and near the bed, a tapestry embroidered with flowers was draped, the overall color scheme cheerful and bright.

Near the large bed, spacious enough for four people without appearing crowded, was a modified bookshelf, or more accurately, a display cabinet.

On the shelves of the cabinet were various items: valuable and dazzling gem ornaments, strangely shaped clockwork mechanisms; besides books and publications, it contained everything imaginable.

‘’Rosie Moulton’ truly had a wide range of interests.’

‘After all, as a noble young lady in an era without mobile phones or computers, with money to spare and nowhere to spend it, if she wasn’t messing around with relationships, she could only dabble in other things.’

‘How to describe it, Rosie had the strange feeling of having bought someone else’s long-played game account and now browsing the inventory and checking the warehouse.’

She reined in her emotions and then discovered another interesting spot: beside a table covered with bottles and jars, which should have been a vanity, there was also a full-length mirror and a self-portrait that had been drawn but not yet colored.

‘Ugh, that’s quite narcissistic, huh?’

Rosie secretly glanced at the girl in the full-length mirror; this was her first true examination of ‘herself’ since transmigrating.

The young girl had smooth, cool-toned tea-brown hair, slightly curled at the ends and reaching her waist; her face was a standard oval shape, with a high nose bridge and pale lips, while her misty-blue eyes were like a cold spring, shimmering with liquid hues.

Her overall appearance was rather cool, but those misty eyes diluted that sense of distance, instead giving rise to a hint of innocent vulnerability.

Although Rosie had mentally prepared herself after hearing Hermann’s words, when she saw her ‘enemy’ appear ‘before her’ again, her heart still couldn’t help but ripple with emotion.

Except for the hair and eye color mismatch, they truly looked identical.

‘’Rosie Moulton,’ who exactly are you, and what role are you playing?’