When I Quit Being A Wicked Mother-in-law, Everyone Became Obsessed With Me

Suddenly, a proverb from her past life came to mind.

‘A meddling sister-in-law is more annoying than a hitting mother-in-law.’

She wanted to punch someone who butted in without a clue, especially when they couldn’t filter their words.

‘No wonder they’re ruining the family.’

Anriche gained a deep understanding.

“Our son, you do have a point.”

Meanwhile, the Marquise of Sachsen shook her head.

“It’s wrong to expect such thoughtful behavior from your sister.”

“Yes, so you should calm down a bit, too.”

“Right, I should.”

The Marquise sighed deeply.

Her demeanor toward her son was much softer than when she faced Anriche.

“Alright. It’s in the past, and dwelling on it won’t help. But…”

The Marquise leisurely looked Anriche up and down, as if sizing up a delicious meal.

“I hope you’ll show some consideration for your family.”

“Consideration?”

“Yes. Your sister has recently incurred some debts at the bank.”

Debts…

Anriche’s expression turned cold.

At the same time, the Marquise shrugged her shoulders.

“When a man runs a business, he can incur debts, can’t he?”

“…So a man can incur debts while running a business?”

“Yes. If he doesn’t pay off those debts, one of Sachsen’s territories will end up with the bank.”

The Marquise boldly made her request.

“So, I would like you to help pay off those debts.”

“……”

“If you show sincerity in this matter, we’ll believe you are genuinely committed to us.”

It sounded like she was generously forgiving a daughter who had made a mistake.

The Marquess of Sachsen added smugly, “Yes, sister. It was Sachsen that made you the Duchess of Balua, right? You should repay that grace.”

Anriche’s brow furrowed.

‘Wow, they’re really insufferable, aren’t they?’

She clenched her fists tightly.

It would feel good to punch those loose lips just to vent her frustration…

‘No, I can’t do that right now. We’re in the middle of Elliot and Liliana’s engagement ceremony.’

They say if you endure three times, you can avoid murder.

Finally managing to calm her mind, Anriche spoke.

“So, to summarize.”

Her violet eyes narrowed.

“My brilliant younger brother has caught a business disease, and not only has he squandered one or two territories of our family, but he has also gone into debt with the bank.”

Anriche crossed her arms and tilted her head defiantly.

“So, you’re saying I should cough up money to pay off that debt?”

She asked her mother back, as if genuinely curious.

“Why should I?”

“Why? What do you think family is?!”

“Family is family. They’re my closest and most precious blood relatives.”

“Then why aren’t you supporting your brother in any way?!”

The Marquise of Sachsen glared at her with wide eyes.

“The blood that runs through you is Sachsen’s…!”

“Well, you see.”

However, Anriche merely shrugged her shoulders defiantly.

“When I marry, I become a member of Balua, not Sachsen, right?”

“What?!”

The Marquise couldn’t believe her ears.

“You! Who made you the mistress of Balua?!”

At the same time, the Marquise’s anger was palpable as she glared at her daughter.

She looked so furious that it seemed she might collapse from high blood pressure at any moment.

“If you weren’t a daughter of Sachsen, do you think you’d have any chance of getting your name into the Duke’s family?!”

Facing her mother’s finger jabbing in her direction, Anriche was overcome with an indescribable feeling.

‘…That’s true.’

In fact, what she said was correct.

Without Sachsen’s support, Anriche would never have been able to secure the position of mistress in the Imperial family of Balua.

However…

‘That support wasn’t entirely for Anriche herself.’

It was to find the best match for her younger brother, who would one day become the Marquess of Sachsen, to ensure he would be helped.

That was Anriche’s marriage.

‘Of course, I respect and cherish Alexei as my husband. But apart from that…’

It couldn’t be denied that her marriage had been for the benefit of the future Marquess of Sachsen.

Thus, the original Anriche ended up resenting Elliot.

He was the family’s heir who would smoothly inherit the title of ‘Duke of Balua’ in the future.

And Anriche lived feeling like everything was taken away from her by her younger brother, the ‘heir of Sachsen.’

That’s why, despite giving birth to her own children, she couldn’t help but feel jealousy.

‘Also, my obsession with the title of Duchess of Balua was tied to this.’

That status was the only one that could stand on equal footing with her younger brother, the future Marquess of Sachsen.

“Huh.”

Taking a deep breath, Anriche looked at both of them with cold eyes.

“My family consists of the people of Balua, not Sachsen.”

“Anriche!”

“And the ones who made me think like this are you, Mother, and Denis.”

“How dare you say such things?!”