How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 102
She needed to say no, but her throat felt tight. Still, there was plenty of time before graduation, so she absolutely had to find a way out by then. Absolutely.
“The thought of living with you, Leticia, already makes my heart flutter.”
“……”
I have no intention of living with you. If I do, I might end up like the Duchess, who’s trembling in front of me right now—my future self…
The dinner, which felt like it lasted hours instead of minutes, finally came to an end.
Vallon disappeared for a while, claiming he had something to take care of, giving Leticia some time to be alone. Her chest felt tight, and she desperately needed some fresh air.
It was as if she had inhaled thick, suffocating air; her head was spinning. The image of the pitiful Duke of Kattravan wouldn’t leave her mind.
Leticia walked out into the garden, but barely made it a few steps before collapsing onto a bench. The headache was so intense that she couldn’t appreciate the beauty of the garden around her.
Gripping her throbbing head, she tried to think of a way out of this situation. But no matter how hard she thought, no solution came to mind.
How could she possibly rid herself of Vallon, who had the entire Kattravan household under his control?
“Haah…”
“So here you are.”
The person who appeared unexpectedly was none other than the Duchess, who Leticia had seen earlier at dinner.
The Duchess seemed like a completely different person from before. Her arrogant expression and tone were gone. Had she come to confront her now?
“Judging by your expression, I take it you didn’t agree to the marriage?”
Leticia quickly stood up and bowed her head. As a commoner, she couldn’t possibly remain seated in the presence of the Duchess.
“Your Grace…!”
What should she say? After all, this was Vallon’s mother. She couldn’t exactly say she didn’t want to marry her son to her face.
“No need to be so tense. After all, you’re going to be the future Duchess, so perhaps I must be the one who should already be speaking formally to you.”
“No, please don’t say such things! How could I possibly… I don’t want such a position, nor have I ever desired it! It’s too much for someone like me.”
“Hmm, do you think it’s up to you?”
The Duchess smirked and looked Leticia up and down.
How pitiful. You should blame your parents for bringing you here.
“Surely, you don’t think you can escape that demon with such a weak body, do you? If you don’t want your life to get even harder, you should give up now. He may look normal enough, so just try to love him. At least he’s rich—just pretend if you have to.”
The Duchess shook her head, as if genuinely hoping Leticia wouldn’t do anything foolish. She didn’t want any unnecessary trouble to spill over onto her.
“W-What?”
“Why are you so surprised? Isn’t that what you’re already thinking?”
The Duchess sat on the bench where Leticia had been sitting, crossing her legs as she put a long cigarette holder to her lips.
Sss, hoo.
White smoke poured continuously from the Duchess’s bright red lips.
“Why? Are you shocked to see the Duchess isn’t as refined as you thought? Haah… Without something like this, there’s no way I could survive in this miserable household.”
She exhaled smoke directly into Leticia’s face, bluntly criticizing the Kattravan family. The hazy smoke blurred Leticia’s vision.
“A son with a mental illness, in-laws who torment me, and a husband who doesn’t care about me. Oh, right—now he’s just a crippled husband, isn’t he? Everything about my life is a nightmare.”
“…..”
“Do you know why my husband ended up like that?”
When Leticia shook her head, the Duchess tapped off the ash from her cigarette and began telling an old story.
It was Leta who first noticed Vallon’s strange power. Did she immediately tell someone? Of course she did. She couldn’t stand living with such a disturbing presence for even a day.
She thought telling her husband might help, but he just dismissed it as the drunken ramblings of a woman who had had too much to drink.
She tried talking to him a few more times, but instead, he began to accuse her of being the crazy one for calling their child a demon.
Fearing she would end up in a mental hospital herself if she kept pushing it, Leta stopped bringing it up.
Why didn’t she tell anyone else? Back then, her relationship with her in-laws was at its worst. If she had said anything to them, they would’ve labeled her an alcoholic and cast her out. And even if she had gone to her own family, they didn’t have the power to convince the Kattravan family.
Vallon’s mind was sharper than anyone’s. His intelligence was far beyond that of other children his age.
He looked like a child on the outside, but inside, he was like a black-hearted snake. Yet, his in-laws celebrated him as a genius.
‘Genius, my a*s.’
That was what Leta had thought. If they could take one look inside the black heart of that demon child, they would never call him a genius again.
