Youngest Lady in Contract - Chapter 8

Then father burst out laughing.

<As soon as you were born, I saw you make Trikol turn red, so I don’t doubt it.>

<Then please have trust in me. There must have been something wrong that day…>

<That’s why it’s worse! That you’re my daughter…!>

Her father shouted. Emilie, who was extremely skinny, crouched in fear.

The father came up to the shaking Emilie and grabbed her by the collar.

<Fa, Father…>

<The honor of the Duke of Cabezo is with the Trikol. The Emperor knows that, so he wants to use you to shake our family up. You have put our family in trouble!>

<……>

<If it wasn’t for Polia, then it would have been a disaster.>

The father’s hand let go of her. Emilie collapsed helplessly.

In the meantime, Emilie didn’t miss the small bottle her father gave her.

<I thought about why Trikol rejected you. That’s because you’re the ‘impure blood’ that killed your mother with your own hands. Olga wouldn’t want such a awful child.>

<Ah, Father… I really didn’t kill her.>

<Are you still talking about that? It’s the time to be honest. Everyone in the Cabezo duchy knows that you pushed your stepmother down the cliff out of jealousy!>

<I really didn’t do it. I never hated her. I just wanted to be loved by her…>

<You were standing still and suddenly your stepmother fell off pretending to be pushed down by you? That’s enough, now so she shook your hand off and fell down the cliff? Now you changed your excuse.>

Emilie knew what would come next. Emilie closed her eyes tightly.

But nothing happened. Emilie could not believe her father did not hit her. Emilie, who raised her head in question, was startled.

Her father was looking at Emilie with a calm face. Whenever he saw Emilie, he always had a distorted expression, as if he just saw something terrible, but now his face was terrifyingly calm.

<You’ll be in real trouble if His Majesty sends investigators. I don’t want that kind of shame anymore.>

<Father, I will tell the investigators that I am innocent.>

<No. There is no need to do that. The investigation will not be conducted.>

<Pardon?>

<Drink what’s in the bottle.>

<Father, don’t tell me… it’s not, right?>

His daughter begged him, but he refused to answer. It was affirmative.

<Please do something for this father once in your life.>

Her father said so and left the tower.

Emilie trembled and gazed at the small bottle. She could no longer deny the identity of the bottled liquid.

It was poison.

“You should understand, Elisabeth. Dylan lived apart from his family when he was young so he’s very crooked. So he’s still in that shape.”

“Really? Dylan?”+

“There are so many stories that we can’t tell even among the rich.”

Victoire calmly dissed his son.