Cry, Even Better if you Beg

✧Delivered Girl✧

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The little girl arrived at the mansion by a mail wagon in the early spring.

It was around late afternoon when Bill Remmer was hard at work planting rose seeds.

“Are you Mr.
Bill Remmer?”

The child asked carefully, in a smooth accent that gave off quite a peculiar feeling.

Bill Remmer simply stood still with a stupefied look on his face.

“Yes, I’m Bill Remmer.”

Bill took off his straw hat with the same hands that had scrubbed off the dirt from his clothes.
The child swallowed when his tanned face, hidden in the shadow of the broad brim, was revealed.

For Bill, the child’s reaction was nothing out of the ordinary.
Anyone who first saw Bill Remmer usually reacted the same way because of his rugged appearance.

“Who are you?” Bill’s face appeared more frightening as he frowned upon the child.

“Hello, Uncle Bill.
I am Leyla Lewellin.
I came from Lovita.”

The child spoke clearly and slowly.

Lovita… Bill soon realized why her accent had sounded a little different.

“Did you cross the border to the Berg Empire and come here all by yourself?”

 

“Yes.
I came by train.”

The child smiled awkwardly, as she unnaturally straightened her posture.
At that moment, the postman who had brought the child approached them from behind.

“Ah.
This child finally met you, Mr.
Remmer.”

“Good timing.
Why did you bring her here?”

“She was walking all alone with her luggage in front of the station.
So, when I asked her where she was going, she said she was on her way to find Bill Remmer, the gardener of the Herhardt family.
I brought her here because I was on my way to deliver some letters.”

The postman explained with a smile and handed over an envelope to Bill Remmer.
It was a letter from a distant relative living in the neighboring country of Lovita.

Bill immediately ripped the envelope open.
The letter contained the story of an orphaned child who had previously been taken in by relatives who were now no longer able to foster her because of their “poor” circumstances.

The child’s name was Leyla Lewellin.
The little girl standing in front of Bill was the orphan mentioned in the letter.

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“Damned people.
They sure are telling me this news fast.”

Astonished, Bill lost his breath.
No one in Lovita could foster this little orphan.
Bill Remmer was the last among those who had a direct connection with the child.
So they had delivered the child to him.

According to the letter, Bill could leave the child in the orphanage if his situation was not favorable enough for raising her.

Bill grumbled and tossed the crumpled paper to the floor.
“These people should go to hell.
I don’t understand how they could send this little girl here all by herself.”

As he understood the full extent of the situation, Bill’s face turned red with outrage.
The child was treated like a mere toy, passed from one relative to another, and doomed to be dumped when no one else desired her.
Eventually, she was sent off to a foreign country and given the address of a distant relative she had never met.

“Excuse me, Uncle Bill.
I am not that young.”

The little girl who had been observing Bill quietly suddenly spoke up.

 

“I’ll be twelve in a couple of weeks.”

Bill chuckled with delight as he listened to her rather mature manner of speech.
He felt reassured when he learned that she was older than expected, considering the girl looked smaller than her age.

After the postman who had delivered the troublesome girl left, the two were left alone in the garden.
Bill covered his head with his hands and prayed to God for help.

Although they were distant relatives, from afar, they seemed more like a father and his daughter.
Bill had not seen his distant relatives in over 20 years, but now he was trapped with a child he had never known existed until today.

Even though it was chilly outside, the child wore only a thin layer of clothing.
She looked as skinny as an iron-skewer.
Her lime green eyes and gold-threaded hair were all Bill could see of her.

Bill came to a conclusion; He couldn’t take care of her.

However, the only choice then was to place her in an orphanage, which drove him crazy.
Bill cursed the relatives a second time for dragging him into this mess.
The little girl flinched and began chewing her red lips.

“Follow me.” Bill led the way as he shook his head in frustration.
“Let us get some food first before I make a decision.”

His blunt words were carried away by the evening breeze.
The child’s timid steps gradually became light and joyful as the two walked closer to Bill’s quarters.

***

“Is that all you’re eating?”

The child was carrying a small plate, which Bill frowned at.

“Yes.
I only eat a little.”

The child smiled politely.

“Child, I hate children who eat very little.”

The light from the table lamp shone down on the child’s slender wrist, which was revealed under the sleeve that had been carelessly folded up.

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“You should eat everything like a cow.”

Bill’s face became more stern.
Slowly blinking her eyes, the troubled Leyla put another loaf of meat and bread onto her plate and hurriedly started gobbling up her food.

“I can’t eat like a cow, but uncle, I can eat quite well.” Leyla showed a broad smile with bread crumbs strewn over her dainty lips.

“Yes.
I can definitely see that.” Bill laughed and poured the whiskey into his tall glass.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?” Bill’s face was scrunched up as he attempted to frighten her.

But Leyla just simply stared at him, not daring to look away.
“Not at all.” She said.
“You don’t yell at me.
You gave me lots of delicious food.
So I believe you to be a good person.”

‘What kind of life has this child been living?’

Bill pondered as he refilled his beer glass.
The letter had stated that the child’s mother had abandoned her husband and child to elope with another man.
The child’s father, who had been devastated by the betrayal, became an alcoholic and died of alcohol poisoning.
Following that, the girl was raised in the homes of other relatives, only to be abandoned by them in the end.

Although the child had lived a tragic life, Bill still thought it was a ridiculous idea for him to be the one to raise her.

Bill Remmer sipped his beer and decided that he would make his decision by next week.

***

“Did everyone hear? Bill Remmer, the gardener, has started taking care of a young girl.”

A young maid dashed into the lounge where the servants spent their leisure time.
The servants who had been taking a break turned their attention to the young maid.

“A girl? Mr.
Remmer? It’d be more reasonable if he chose to raise a lion or elephant instead.”

One of the servants made a snorting noise.

Bill Remmer, the Herhardt household’s gardener, was a man who possessed a natural talent for growing flowers.
Despite his brusque temper, he had been able to keep his job as a gardener for the past 20 years, all thanks to his talent.

He was deeply trusted by the