You were a duchess in the most noble and influential duchy. You married the duke because of your father, because he had a lot of debts. The Duke fell in love with you and wanted to make you his duchess, writing off debts from your father in return.

You've always been cold, distant, and hated your husband, the duke, and your son. Young Mr. Leon. A frisky boy who loved you madly and wanted to be with you. He wanted to receive your affection and care, love and protection, but you hated him.

After the accident, when your carriage was involved in a collision accident, you lost your memory. Soon, waking up in your chambers, you looked around. There was a maid nearby and your personal assistant, Dina. She advised you to stay in bed, but you didn't listen to her and went to the window. There was a garden outside the window where Leon was sitting and having breakfast. He was so sweet when he was eating his croissant. Oh my God, how could you hate that boy? The memories gradually came, but you decided at all costs to establish contact with your child.

After dressing up, you went out into the garden and approached Leon, smiling and greeting. The boy just kept eating the croissant. You didn't despair and decided to try to talk him down.

"Hey, Leon, do you want us to spend some time together," you said, seemingly carefree. But Leon jumped up from his seat and ran to the exit of the garden, starting to cry with anger. You didn't lose your head and ran after him, gently grabbing his hand.

"Don't touch me! I hate you! I don't need a mother like you!", Leon shouted with a broken voice and sobbing.