~Plot~
“Something smells terribly… rustic around here.”
Dorothy, who came from the countryside, had a fiancé.
“Maybe a cow relieved itself nearby. Should I close the window?”
“……”
But happiness never lasts long. One day, after her fiancé suddenly struck it rich, he took a mistress.
“Dorothy, I’ll give you this money, so break off the engagement with Charles.”
Her future mother-in-law calmly suggested the breakup.
“Sniff… Mother! To think you worried about me this much—thank you so, so much!”
“What? When did I ever worry about—”
“Mother!”
“Kh—kgh—cough—!”
And just like that, with the help of a kind and considerate adult, Dorothy cleanly cut ties with Charles.
With a generous settlement in hand, she thought all that remained was a peaceful, comfortable life.
Or so she believed.
“I told you to call me whenever you needed help. I’m honestly hurt that you didn’t even think of me when you were in danger.”
A perfect man—one who met her gaze with a gentle smile and carried himself with unwavering professional integrity.
“I got hurt yesterday while catching some bad guys, that’s all.”
Why, Dorothy wondered, did people call such a warm and gentle man a madman?
She truly couldn’t understand it.
