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Part IV Relena glared at her brother, arms crossed defiantly. Not far away stood Lucrezia Noin, watching the two with a slight hint of amusement. ‘A quarrel between the Peacecraft siblings is a sight,’ she thought to herself.
“Why not?” Relena demanded. He studied his sister for a moment before answering. “You have already taken some time off this year, Relena.” “Two weeks in the hospital for pneumonia and exhaustion don’t count as a vacation, Miliardo!” she cried, exasperated. “The doctor did say that she should get more rest,” Noin interjected. Miliardo narrowed his eyes in her direction, while Relena smiled. Fighting the urge to smile, she crossed her arms and watched the two siblings engage each other again. “There isn’t anything in my schedule that can’t be postponed,” Relena stated, resuming a more civil tone. ‘Gretchen could have my job one of these days,’ she thought, silently praising her amazing secretary. Again, Miliardo sighed. “Very well, go. It looks like I am outnumbered,” he replied, directing another dirty look at Noin. However, she ignored it completely. “But if something arises,” he said, looking back at Relena, “I will expect you to return to your duties immediately.” “Of course. I will touch base to let you know where I am,” Relena responded. “Now, I have to finish packing.” She headed to the door and paused, her hand holding the handle. “Oh, Miliardo, no spying. It isn’t becoming.” “Don’t worry, Relena,” Noin replied, “he won’t.” Relena smiled at sister-in-law, the smile broadening as she glanced at her brother’s look of defeat. “Thanks,” she replied, leaving the room. Miliardo glared at the other woman, who was now laughing. “I don’t see what is so funny, Noin,” he said. “From your angle, you wouldn’t,” she replied, still laughing. “You definitely wouldn’t.” |
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