Page 116 of The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

Ricardo’s voice comes through.

The voice that seemed like it could only be heard after a long time sounded in Olivia’s ears like the creaking of an old pot being scratched with a sharp needle.

The first words he always spoke in a cheerful voice, as if trying to gauge his own mood.

The playful tone that concealed Ricardo’s heavy heart began with a light underline, regardless of his physical condition, to alleviate the gloomy mood.

“Miss, this kind of flirting hurts the butler’s heart.”

The faint underline that Ricardo drew let out a sigh of laughter in Olivia’s darkened heart.

“hahahaha... Do you ever have a heart attack?”

His small smile, accompanied by the underline, elicited a hollow laughter.

At the same time, an alert sounded.

[Ricardo’s satisfactory nursing. (1/1)]

It was evaluating his poor nursing. Even for not providing medicine, warm water, or even touching her forehead, it was giving generous marks for his inadequate actions.

Olivia couldn’t lift her head.

“What is this...”

“What is it? It’s a comment on waking up and finding yourself in the arms of the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well... Can you do it more often in the future?”

Ricardo uttered an innocent remark.

He was covering his mouth with his hand, playing a light prank on his master while trying to hide his cold.

Olivia clenched her lips in response to Ricardo’s caring touch, warning her not to catch a cold or stay away.

Ricardo glanced at the clock and casually scratched the back of his head.

“I’m sorry. I must have overslept because I had such a good dream.”

Olivia’s head sank even lower at Ricardo’s cautious gesture of covering his mouth with his hand.

Satisfied with a trivial gesture.

Feeling pleased with the servant’s actions, trying to dispel the gloomy mood with innocent jokes.

Whether he noticed the gloomy mood or not, Ricardo cautiously spoke while stroking Olivia’s head.

“How did you come?”

“The bear brought me here.”

“Indeed, it’s clever like its owner.”

“Foolish.”

“... Are you talking about the owner? Or the bear?”

“Both.”

With Olivia’s firm response, Ricardo chuckled and gently pushed Olivia’s shoulder.

“You’ll catch a cold. Go back.”

“It’s okay.”

“If there are two patients in the mansion, it would be quite troublesome.”

“Even if it’s troublesome, it’s okay.”

“I’m saying I’ll be in trouble.”

About an hour passed.

Ricardo gradually regained vitality.

The breath, like a heated iron bead, found stability, and the blurry pupils that couldn’t focus were gradually returning to clear ones.

Leaning against the bed, Ricardo pinched Olivia’s cheek with a playful smile.

Feeling the soft sensation, Ricardo opened his mouth. Olivia decided not to resist the presumptuous touch of the cheeky servant.

Ricardo is the patient, so I decided to let it go today.

“Oh~ I almost died. I came back after seeing my deceased grandmother gesturing ‘come here’ from across the river.”

“But Ricardo doesn’t have a grandmother.”

“That’s what they say.”

Ricardo pretended to be fine, stretching and yawning. Olivia could tell from his trembling fingers that his condition was not good.

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No matter how much of a clueless fool she was, she could tell that much.

His breathing was still rough.

If he was fine, Ricardo would have left long ago to prepare breakfast. Olivia knew that he was buying time by lying in bed and saying unexpected things.

Olivia cautiously reached out her hand to Ricardo’s forehead.

“Does it hurt?”

“They call this sudden behavior ‘flirting.'”

“So... does it hurt?”

Ricardo clasped his hand with Olivia’s hand and lowered his head.

“No. I’m healthy.”

Along with Ricardo’s kind smile, Olivia could feel his warm body temperature in the palm of her hand.

Olivia felt her heart squeeze.

“Don’t lie. You’re in pain.”

“I really don’t hurt.”

With his white teeth exposed and showing off his strong biceps, Ricardo’s actions of lost trust did not bring comfort.

Olivia puffed air onto her cheeks and scolded Ricardo. Why did he break the promise? Wasn’t it clear that they had agreed to speak up if something hurt? With suppressed anger, Olivia spoke to Ricardo, who was awkwardly smiling.

“If you promised to speak up when it hurts...”

“hahahaha...”

“How long has it been since we made that promise? How many times have you broken it? Do you know how worried I’ve been?”

“Sorry. I... It suddenly started hurting, and I was flustered.”

“Lies.”

Olivia turned her head with a swift motion, expressing her irritated mood to Ricardo. The foolish butler never seemed to understand even when scolded like this.

Always. Olivia knew that Ricardo would never say he’s in pain, no matter how many times she scolded him.

She knew it wouldn’t help. She knew she could only provide clumsy care, but still... She wanted to, even with this clumsy nursing.

So she got angrier. Her lips seemed to pout.

At the same time, she felt upset. She was upset because she was useless, unable to /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ bring even a glass of warm water to Ricardo.

In a fit of emotions, Olivia shouted at Ricardo.

“Am I that unbearable?”

“No. How could you think that?”

“If you believe me, why don’t you say anything?”

“Because you worry, Miss.”

Ricardo replied firmly.

“I dislike it more when you suffer in your heart than when I am in pain.”

“I dislike not knowing.”

“Well, that’s a shame.”

As Ricardo continued to spit out firm responses like a stubborn pumpkin, Olivia stared at him for a while.

Ricardo, unable to overcome the awkward atmosphere, awkwardly removed the blanket and attempted to get up.

“I haven’t prepared for breakfast either. I should go quickly...”

“Don’t go!”

“Yes?”

“Take a break today.”

Ricardo, wearing an awkward smile, expressed a timid rebellion, saying it couldn’t be like that.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Even the maid isn’t coming today?”

“We’ll go hungry.”

“Oh...”

Ricardo, with eyes half-moon shaped, smirked with a sly smile, saying, “The lady I know dies if she starves.”

Olivia firmly nodded, asserting her will.

“I’ll cook today.”

“Yes?”

“Porridge.”

“You’re going to kill me?”

“No!”

Olivia walked with determination, speaking as she moved.

“I’ll make the porridge for you.”

“Miss, I truly apologize, but...”

Ricardo spoke with a serious expression, a gaze that said he could endure pain but never allow Olivia to cook. Ricardo, speaking with eyes that conveyed the impossibility of entrusting cooking to Olivia.

Taking a deep breath, Ricardo cautiously addressed Olivia.

“Miss, your cooking is truly the worst.”

“Wha-!”

Olivia threw a feeble punch towards Ricardo’s chest. Despite knowing well that her delicate attack wouldn’t affect Ricardo’s robust chest, she was infuriated by Ricardo’s disdainful tone.

“I’ll cook!”

“I don’t want to die early. Do you remember the chocolate you made for me, claiming it was an answer to Mikhail’s request?”

“You enjoyed it!”

“Eating something while unconscious doesn’t qualify as enjoying.”

Ricardo sighed, shaking his head, delivering a brief critique of Olivia’s despair-inducing cooking skills.

“I was confident about my poison resistance, but I never thought I’d need to withstand a breach in poison resistance. Perhaps, thanks to being an experiment, I could save Mikhail’s life. He might not know, but who knows.”

Olivia lowered her head, clenching her fist.

“What do you want me to do!”

With determination, Olivia slapped Ricardo. Eventually, Ricardo raised the white flag.

And so, the ‘porridge’ was created.

In front of Ricardo, sitting on the bed, was a bowl containing an unknown black liquid.

Wiping the sweat off her forehead, Olivia extended the bowl towards Ricardo.

“Here!”

“Judging by the color, is it medicine?”

“No.”

“Then poison?”

“hehehe! Eat it!”

Ricardo looked at Olivia with a puzzled expression as he saw the chocolate on her hand.

“Isn’t this just melted chocolate?”

“Yes.”

“And you call this a porridge?”

“Chocolate porridge.”

Unable to go to the kitchen, Olivia melted the chocolate that she had treasured in her treasure pouch to make the porridge.

And...

*Slurp*

“Cough...!”

Ricardo fainted.

*Ding*

[Cooking Porridge for Ricardo (1/1)]

Olivia’s cooking skills are terrible.

*

As always, night falls.

The night that inquired about quiet news was, as always, silent and brought with it a sense of unease.

Ricardo quickly regained his strength.

He credited the porridge he made for helping.

Having experienced the worst, Ricardo, who now held his grandmother’s hand and cleanly reviewed their date, appreciated the increased resistance due to tasting the worst.

“...Is it really that bad?”

Olivia playfully tilted her head, showing the leftover porridge she made. She considered trying a spoonful, but...

‘Cough... Thanks to Ricardo’s will that said, “When I die, put the forbidden books in my coffin,” I couldn’t easily bring myself to eat it.’

Lying on the bed, Olivia closed her eyes.

“Sigh...”

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Seizing the time of the stern night, she was tapping on the alarm clock.