Chapter 7 Can’t Cry Over Spilled Milk
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Pak!
Sitting on the floor, Violet held her right cheek, it was stinging bright red.
Spat!
“You useless girl! What right do you have to reject the engagement between you and the son of the Duke?! Useless thing!”
From the intense anger he was feeling deep inside his heart, Duke BrightHeart slapped Violet in the cheeks hard, sending her a few meters away.
The slap was not that light at all.
How could a little girl with no spiritual pet or mana be able to defend herself against a grown-up who was leaking murderous intent?
Spitting out blood, Violet weakly stood up from where she sat.
Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she looked at the Marquess, who not only a second ago kept on calling himself her “Father” but the moment she agitated him, he treated her no worse than a disposable thing that could be tossed aside at any moment.
‘What a heartless man indeed.’
Smiling coldly, she mocked her so-called “Father” in her mind.
Looking down, she hid the disgust she held for the original body’s father.
Her hair hid her burning golden eyes, eyes that were so cold that it was piercing.
‘I can’t offend this man now. If only I had known how wicked he is to even hurt his own daughter, I would have stalled some more time and accepted the Duches's request. There is no use crying over spilled milk now.’
Looking at the man who is her “father”, Violet could only lament her fate of reincarnating into such a horrible family.
‘Even a tiger doesn’t eat its own cub.’
Sighing with regret in her heart, she could only come up with a plan to continue on living.
‘Escaping from a fox’s den only to get caught by a tiger, or should it be the other way around? That little mink Byron is, after all, one of the capture targets in this Otome Game after all. If I did agree to accept the engagement with him, I will sure to suffer in the future. My ending on his route was the most miserable after all.”
Sighing again, Violet watched her father’s expression change again and again.
Looking at this daughter of his who had ruined his grand plan, Marquess BrightHeart could not help but get angry because of failing in his plan before it even started.
He was huffing in anger, face red as he looked at Violet with a crazy glare.
“What is going on here?”
As the Duke’s thoughts got deeper and darker, a voice that seemed to have pulled him from the darkness appeared.
“…….”
Looking at the direction where the voice came from, a woman in her middle twenties stood on top of the stairs with a little girl on her side.
“Wife...”
Seeing his wife, the Marquess's gloomy mood suddenly brightened as he helped the woman descend the last step of the stairs.
‘So, this is my stepmother. The reason why my mother died.’
Watching the “happy” scene in front of her, a deep feeling of disgust seemed to have appeared within her heart.
‘Wait. Why am I angry at looking at them?’
Feeling that something was wrong with her, Violet thought that the original owner’s left-behind emotions seemed to be affecting her.
“Dear, why is the daughter of your first wife here?”
The woman who was just her savior a while ago, shining like the beacon of salvation, turned towards Violet with a cold face.
The summer breeze turned directly into winter snow.
‘This woman is hostile to me after all.’
“Are you going to make her stay here in the Main House now? Well, it’s not my place to decide over your decisions. If you want her to stay here, I won’t stop you.”
Turning around with a frown, the woman was about to go but she was quickly stopped by the nervous Marquess, he quickly explained to his wife what Violet was doing there.
“So, you mean that the Moore’s were here a while ago and even proposed an engagement between their son Byron and your previous wife’s daughter?”
Frowning with creased eyebrows, Violet’s stepmother looked at her with an incredulous look.
“Yes, wife. But it did not go so well. This useless girl rejected the engagement proposal, so the Moore’s left.’
Sighing again, Marquess BrightHeart looked at Violet again with anger when he remembered what she had done earlier. He was about to explode yet again when suddenly she heard a laugh by his side.
“Wife?”
Violet looked at her stepmother, who suddenly burst out into a fit of laughter.
She somehow felt that she was laughing at her.
“What a stupid child. Rejecting a heaven-sent gift, how could you be so stupid? Well, good for us, then this would mean that my daughter still has a chance to marry into the House of Moore. Don’t you agree, Husband?”
As if the Duke had been enlightened, his previous gloomy attitude brightened up.
Looking at his stupid daughter, he somehow felt that it was good that she rejected the engagement.
Thinking about his beloved daughter, he thought that she is more suitable to Byron than this useless child of his.
“You are right, Wife. Our daughter should have the best of all.”
Looking at the girl behind her mother, Marquess BrightHeart envisioned the future of her child.
Wearing a dress so glamorous, expensive pieces of jewelry all over her body, a status just after that of royalty, his child should have a wonderful life.
“It is as you had said, but what should we do with this other daughter of yours? What if the Moore’s change their minds and come back for her?”
Seeing the eyes of the BrighHeart’s darken, Violet who was listening at the sidelines shivered in fear as a foreboding feeling hammer her heart.
‘Oh no. I have a bad feeling about this.’
Quickly turning around to flee, Violet was suddenly held down by two hands.
“Ah!”
Struggling to escape, Violet was soon knocked down unconscious. But before her eyes could completely close, she heard the most horrible words that a parent would say to their own child.
“What daughter? I only have one daughter.”
‘Bastard.’
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