THE REBORN LADY IS LOVED BY HER FOSTER BROTHER: THE SCARIEST VILLAIN

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187. Home

“My lady! Oh, my lady...!”

A voice called out to her in desperate, panicked tones, coaxing Ortansia to slowly flutter her eyes open.

The first thing that caught her blurry vision was Pamela’s face hovering over her, her eyes brimming with tears about to spill over.

“Pa...mela...?”

“My lady! Thank goodness! Oh, thank goodness you’re awake!!”

Before she could process it, Pamela threw her arms around her with all her strength, squeezing a pathetic, wheezing noise right out of Ortansia's chest.

“Pamela, control yourself! You’ll crush her!”

“oh! I’m so sorry! My lady, are you all right?!”

Scolded sharply by Annabel, Pamela hastily released her. Ortansia took a deep, greedy breath and finally looked around.

Gathered tightly around her bedside were the familiar faces of the Duke’s household, led by Pamela and Annabel.

‘This really is... the real world,right...?’

Perhaps because she had been trapped in the demon's domain for so long, the reality of it all hadn't quite settled in yet. As she stared blankly, the crowd looked back at her with eyes full of anxious concern.

“Regardless, we must call for the physician at once—”

Someone began to speak, but before they could finish, a sudden commotion echoed down the hallway. The door burst open, and a figure rushed into the room, pale with worry.

“Ortansia!”

“Father!!”

The man who stood before her was none other than the Duke of Vérité himself.

The title slipped out of her mouth purely by reflex, but the moment it did, Ortansia gasped internally.

‘Was it... really okay for me to call him Father...?’

Having only just awakened, the boundary between her dreams and reality still felt hazy and blurred.

As she sat there in flustered hesitation, the Duke marched toward her with long, frantic strides. The surrounding servants quickly parted like a sea, allowing him to reach her bedside in a matter of seconds.

Timidly raising her head, her gaze met her father’s, who was staring down at her with an unreadable intensity. In that instant, flashes of the world inside the demon's realm flickered through her mind, the loving Duke and Duchess, smiling warmly alongside Marguerite, the real daughter they adored so deeply.

She knew rationally that it was all an illusion spun by the devil. But even putting that aside...

‘I'm not his real daughter. We don't share a drop of blood.’

She had harbored doubts ever since she was taken into the ducal house. But now that the truth was laid bare before her... she found herself utterly at a loss for how to face him.

Yet, it seemed Ortansia was the only one burdened by such thoughts.

“Thank God...! You’ve come back to me...!”

A powerful impact jolted her entire body. It took a beat for Ortansia to realize that her father was embracing her with every ounce of strength he possessed.

“No matter what we tried, you wouldn't wake up... I thought... I thought I had lost you forever...”

His voice trembled right beside her ear, and Ortansia's breath caught in her throat.

‘Father... is he crying...?’

He was indeed crying. Tears streaming down his face, he was weeping with pure, unadulterated joy over her awakening.

This was no act, it was his raw, genuine feelings. She knew it instantly.

‘He was truly worried about me…’

A deep, burning warmth surged in her chest. Even if they shared no blood, this man was her father.

Just as Ortansia had risked everything to save him from death, he, too, had moved heaven and earth to bring her back from her deep slumber.

An overwhelming swell of emotions rushed up from the depths of her soul, and Ortansia wrapped her arms back around him, holding him tightly.

“I’m home, Father.”

As the words left her lips, the realization finally washed over her: she had truly returned to the real world... to the place where she belonged.

The Duke sucked in a sharp, startled breath before pulling her into an even tighter embrace.

“...Welcome home, Ortansia.”

The hug was tight enough to knock the air from her lungs, but it gave her the sweet certainty of her return.

‘Though... it is getting a little hard to breathe…’

As if sensing Ortansia's silent plight, Annabel cleared her throat with a polite cough and addressed the Duke.

“...Your Grace. If you squeeze her any harder, you will break our young lady the moment she has finally awakened.”

“Oh! Goodness, you are right!!”

Startled, her father hurriedly released her, and a warm, gentle atmosphere enveloped the room.

Looking around at the faces of everyone gathered there, tears pricked at the corners of Ortansia's eyes.

‘I really made it back…’

This was the ducal estate where she had grown up, where the Shangri-La flowers bloomed in the garden.

Once again, Ortansia felt it deep within her heart: this, without a doubt, was her home.

T/N: Hello guys! A very big thanks to everyone who is still here. The novel release is slow because the author has not finished writing or release the chapters. right now, i have translated up to the last page she posted and will keep you guys updated. Shalom💜

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