53: Console her?

Console her?

"Gosh… even if he is an excellent man to boot, how can he torture his son this way?" Heaven grumbled as she checked Sebastian's schedule for the next six months. Sebastian's schedule was still packed, even on his school break.2

Her frown deepened, seeing that the child barely had free time. This was not normal! First, Sebastian's room was akin to a grown-up room. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't recall seeing a single toy ever since waking up in this body. And then this!

"Ugh… this is so frustrating." Heaven clicked her tongue in irritation while shaking her head.

"Young Madam, here's your juice — is there something wrong?" Miriam served Heaven a glass of refreshment while the Madam was spending her afternoon in the garden. She noticed the irritation dominating Heaven's face, curious as to what could've changed the young madam's mood. 

"Miriam, do you know about this?" Heaven showed her son's schedule, making Miriam draw her head back to see it better. 

"The young master's schedule?" Miriam peeked over the paper to look at Heaven. 

"Miriam, you are my son's nanny. I know I'm hardly the person to say this, but as an adult, didn't you consider this is too much for a four-year-old boy?" Heaven sighed in dismay as she retrieved the paper. "How can you let Dominic do this to Basti? Basti is four yet, he had a busier schedule than most adults!"

"But Madam… it's not the master's idea."

"Miriam, I know you respect Dominic — what?" 

Miriam pressed her lips into a thin line, not surprised Heaven didn't know about it. Heaven never cared about her son from the very beginning. Thus, it wasn't surprising that she wasn't very familiar with her own son.

"The master had always let the young master decide on his own. He never stopped the young master to do anything unless it was necessary, like it compromises the young master's health," explained Miriam. "I am concerned as well, but at the same time, even though the young master was only four, he was very mature. He is even more mature than the master when Master was at that age."

"..." Heaven could only stare at Miriam, rendered speechless by what she had heard just now. "You… are telling me that these classes…"

"The young master enrolled in them on his own."

"..." This time, Heaven was truly lost for words. 

What did Miriam say?!

A four-year-old boy enrolled himself in different lessons, such as martial arts, pottery, music lesson, calligraphy, and even embroidery! How in the world would she believe that? But then again, there was no reason for Miriam to speak such lies.

"Madam." Miriam smoothly sat on the chair beside Heaven, smiling. "Do not worry —"

"How can I not worry?" Heaven guessed what Miriam was about to say. "I… obviously traumatized my son's childhood. He had no other choice but to be mature."

Heaven cupped her cheek and sighed. "My guilt is eating me alive."

"Young Madam." Miriam sighed, waiting for Heaven to give her attention. "It's not too late to make things right. Isn't that why you are trying to fix everything?"

Miriam reached for Heaven's hand. "Madam, don't worry. The young master might be considered a genius, but I'm certain he will feel your sincerity."

How Heaven wished it was as easy as how Miriam said it. But Heaven was also once a child. The environment she grew up in forced her to mature, or she would die. Thus, she understood the severity of the situation. 

'I guess I need to approach this much more delicately than I anticipated.'

Every brief memory Heaven got for their son came flashing back to her. The memories weren't even that much, and each time, the child never spoke a word to her. Sebastian would only stare at Heaven as he received his mother's glare. 

Surely, Heaven needed more effort to win the young master's heart.

"Since we're already at it, can you help me, Miriam?" Heaven quietly sighed once again.

"What is it, Madam?"

"Can you help me know more about my son?" The corner of her lisp curled up subtly. "I am embarrassed to ask such questions because you know my son more than I do. Still, I don't want to make even the slightest mistake."

"Madam, I'll do my utmost best to be help of you." Miriam's lips stretched wider, nodding reassuringly. "Just tell me what you need and I will do it."

"You don't have to do anything. All I need is to know what my son wants, likes, and dislikes. His hobbies, patterns, and even his temperament. I still have a few days to prepare myself." Heaven reached for Miriam's hand, squeezing them mildly. "I'll be at your mercy for the next few days."

"Madam… you don't have to word it like that. Of course, I will tell you everything I know and do everything I can to help you." Miriam nodded reassuringly. "Shall we start today?"

Hope resurfaced in Heaven's eyes, not knowing the relief that surged in Miriam's heart upon seeing the sincerity in her eyes. 

"Let's do that." Heaven released Miriam's hand.

That said, Heaven and Miriam spent the entire afternoon reviewing the dos and don'ts in Sebastian's presence. It was a little tricky, thinking this was a four-year-old child. Yet, according to Miriam, all the servants were more careful around Sebastian than Dominic. 

Sebastian wasn't like any other child. Miriam even said most servants had never seen Sebastian cry or throw a tantrum like any other kid. No one in the household treated him like a child because Sebastian didn't like it. 

Heaven sighed, sitting in front of the vanity mirror. She just got out of the shower after spending an entire day with Miriam.

"I fried my brain," she said, snapping her eyes up when the door opened and seeing Dominic's figure through the mirror. "I've never felt so mentally exhausted like this one."

Dominic went inside the bedroom and glanced at the open walk-in closet. As soon as he did, he caught Heaven's reflection looking in his direction. 

"Hmm?" he arched a brow, tilting his head to the side. 'Why is she looking at me like that? As if she wanted me to… console her?'

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