I Won't Go Back To My Family Who Abandon Me novel Chapter 6

˜Do I really have an ability?'

If so, what is it? Why can't I see it?

The next morning, the talk with Seos flickered in Leticia's mind.

"You don't need to be awakened, because you already have an ability."

˜It would be nice if I really did.'

But at the same time, there was a contradictory wish that she didn't want to have the ability.

˜If I really had the ability.'

What about the discrimination and the neglect she has suffered so far?

˜No, I still need the ability, so that my family won't be ashamed of me any more.'

Leticia wanted to tell her family that she had an ability, but she didn't know what it was, so she decided it was better to keep quiet. They wouldn't believe her if she told them anyway.

"What on earth is this ability?"

What kind of ability is it for it to not awaken?

"Miss."

"..."

"Miss?"

"...Oh, sorry. Did you call me?"

Leticia, who blankly stood there, turned in surprise. There, the baker was enthusiastic and readily to teach her how to make tarts.

The image of El and Ian, who fought with each other the day about making tarts, came to mind, and Leticia paid a visit to the kitchen. Fortunately, the baker who worked at the mansion said he would help.

As she made it, she thought about getting close to her siblings while giving them dessert like before.

"How about figs on top of the tart?"

"Yes, thank you."

With the help of the baker, Leticia rolled out the dough with a stick, put it in a mold and baked it in the oven. She spread fig jam on top of the freshly baked tart to bring out the flavors, and also placed the chopped figs on top of the jam.

"Well done, young lady."

At first glance, the fig tart looked delicious.

The fig tart was better than she had expected and Leticia was very proud.

"Thank you for your help."

"I'm glad I could be of help, Young Lady."

After expressing her gratitude to the baker, Leticia cut the tart into quarters and separated them on a clean plate. Then the baker asked,

"Are you not going to eat it, Young Lady?"

"It's okay, I can make another one and eat it later."

Leticia said thank you again for today and left with a plate of fig tarts.

Soon the first place she went was Diana's room.

"Diana."

Leticia knocked on the door of Diana's room. When there was no response, she spoke again.

"Hey, can I come in?"

But there was still no answer. Leticia knocked on the door and went in, but Diana seemed to be out.

˜She's not here.'

As she left the room, she ran into a passing maid. It was the maid who was assisting Diana.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's ......."

After a moment of hesitation, Leticia handed the maid a plate.

"Can you pass this to Diana when she comes back?"

"Yes, of course."

It was a pity that she couldn't see Diana in person, but it was okay.

Leticia gave her regards to the maid and then went to Emil's room. Fortunately, this time Emil answered.

"Come in."

As soon as the permission was granted, Leticia carefully opened the door and entered.

A brilliant mind, Emil always excelled at the Academy of Sciences and earned the fullest expectations of his professors and the family. He was now in the midst of preparing for the Imperial Civil Service exam.

"What's wrong, sister?"

"Oh, I have something for you."

"...?"

Seeing the curious expression on Emil's face, Leticia placed the tart plate she was holding on the table.

"...this is ......."

"I remember you used to like desserts, so I baked for you."

"...."

"I hope it's to your liking."

She beckoned him to try it quickly, but Emil only looked at Leticia silently.Then he quickly said with a sigh.

"Sister."

"Yes?"

"I'm a little busy right now."

Leticia immediately understood what he meant and managed to smile.

"Sorry, then work hard."

As soon as she left the room with an embarrassed look on her face, she let out a long sigh. She didn't have high expectations, but she didn't expect such a lack of response.

Next she went to Xavier's room and gave him the tart. It was obvious that he didn't like it, but Leticia was just happy that he accepted it.

Then, she immediately went to Irene's room to hand her a plate of tart.

"Sister, I don't like tarts. I don't even like figs."

"Oh, it's ......."

A sigh naturally escaped from Leticia's lips.

However, Leticia managed to smile and recommended it again.

"Still, try one bite to see...."

"I don't want to..."

"..."

"I don't like it."

With that, Irene turned her face away as if she didn't want to look at it any longer. Leticia couldn't convince her to eat any more at that sight.

"I'm sorry."

She didn't expect Irene to be so uncomfortable, and she couldn't hide her embarrassment.

Back in the days when even a small dessert was a luxury, Irene ate the burnt cookies without hesitation and even said it was delicious. That Irene was longer there.

Leticia left Irene's room immediately and went back to her room, suppressing her melancholy. In her room stood Mary, who was preparing tea.

"Miss, are you here?"

"Yeah......."

Leticia, who came in with a trudge and no strength, set the tart she was holding down on the table and sat down in a chair. Mary, who approached her with a worried look on her drooping face, looked at the tart and asked.

"Where did the tart come from?"

"Oh, I made it..."

"Really?"

The tart, loaded with ripe figs, looked amazing at first glance.

"It looks delicious."

Leticia, who was sitting sadly, looked up at those words.

"Would you like to try some?"

"Yes? Can I really eat it?"

"Yes. Please try it and let me know if it's good."

Leticia quickly put a fork in Mary's hand. After a moment of panic, Mary meekly did as Leticia said and took a bite of the tart.

However, as soon as she put it in her mouth, her expression hardened.

"Miss....."

"What? Does it taste bad?"

"Whoa ......."

Leticia naturally tensed up from seeing Mary's expression. She looked at Mary with a stiff face and their eyes met immediately.

"If it's bad, just spit it out..."

"It's so good!"

"Really?"

"Yes, it's very good. Did you really make this yourself?"