The Duke’s Substitute Bride is a Maid - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Preparing To Escape

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Irene felt restless as soon as she got out of bed, and today she had a new batch of maids to serve her.

Irene asked, and the head maid explained, “They’ve gone out to visit their relatives, and we’ve been serving the Madam recently.” Everyone had left the palace? Why didn’t she hear about this from Gerry and Jane?

Irene went to the garden to relax. She also wanted to clear her head.

When she woke up this morning and didn’t see Ronald, Irene felt empty. She called over a maid who was sweeping. “Where’s the general?”

The maid wanted to say something, but she stopped herself. Irene’s voice was deep, and there was a hint of anger in her tone. “Speak!”

The maid walked to Irene’s ear and whispered, “It seems that the army has found out that someone is a spy. The cooperation with Celt this time is actually a deliberate instigation with evil intentions.”

Irene felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

No, it wasn’t anyone else. In fact, it was her. That day, she had deliberately proposed to cooperate with Celt. This way, Ronald’s attention would be distracted, and she would have a better chance to escape. As for whether this matter could be negotiated, Irene didn’t know.

Irene suppressed the fear in her heart. “Then, then have you found out?”

“No, they said that once they found out, they would kill them on sight…”

The maid was still rambling on and on about something that Irene could no longer hear.

Her mind was filled with the thought of killing them on sight. After their intimacy that night, Ronald’s words were indeed correct. He hated it the most when people lied to him, but last night, he had even whispered in his ear that he liked her.

“… Oh right, this morning, Gerry and five or six maids were all punished with a stick. Their screams hurt us even though we were listening at the side.”

Punished with sticks? So it was not what the maids had said about leaving the palace, but rather they were beaten and could not get out of bed at all.

Irene was shocked and grabbed the maid’s wrist. “Do you know the reason why they were beaten?”

The maid shook her head. “I’m not clear about that. I only heard things like ‘gossiping and talking nonsense’.” Realizing that she had said too much, she quickly stopped talking. “Oh Madam, please don’t let the general know that I told you this. I don’t want to be beaten to death.”

“Well, he won’t ever know.”

Irene entered the maid’s room. The maids who usually served her were all lying on the bed, moaning.

Especially Gerri, who was in her forties or fifties. Her body was covered in bruises. The maids who applied the medicine on hem was also in a mess. Irene took the medicine pot and personally applied the medicine on Jane. “Why did he hit you?”

“Hiss—”Jane gasped. “He said that we said something that we shouldn’t have said in front of you. Madam, what have we said?”

Irene knew that she had caused them to suffer such torment that they didn’t deserve. Tears filled her eyes as she gently applied the medicine on Jane. “I’m sorry.”

It must have been her performance yesterday that made Ronald think that someone around her had said bad things about him. That was why Ronald had tortured them so early in the morning.

As expected, the devil was the devil. She shouldn’t have any illusions about him!

She wanted to contact Rhett and leave as soon as possible!

Recently, Ronald had not returned to the palace. No one knew what he was busy with, but it gave Irene some time to plan her escape.

On the other side, in the military camp.

There was a strange, ear-piercing sound of metal friction.

Eric could not stand the noise and interrupted Ronald. “General, why do you want to learn saxophone on a whim?” He was torturing both himself and his teachers.

“Why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you not willing to teach?”

Eric did not dare to say yes. It would be strange if this general did not poke a hole in his body with his sword after hearing that response.

He had taught saxophone-playing for decades, but he had never seen anyone whose musical talent was so low that it was negative.

He had been learning how to play the saxophone for a long time, and he could not even play a scale. He started to suspect that he was only good at holding weapons and not instruments.

But he could not let his wife at home complain that he did not know how to play the saxophone. When he learned it, if he saw her playing with another man the next time, she would have no reason to explain.

At the thought of this, Ronald was motivated again.