I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 110
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“Your Grace.”
Mikhail had just finished washing up and was now resting in his bedroom.
‘A book about the Kingdom of Bartsch…’
He didn’t want her to get closer to the truth. He wanted her crushed and despairing, knowing nothing.
But a part of him was curious to see if she learned everything. Would she maintain the same attitude towards him?
He often imagined how her beautiful face would twist after realizing that her esteemed family was built on lies.
She looked better that way. He had never seen her genuinely smile, and he hoped she would never be happy in his presence.
How would she react when she discovered her father led those detestable acts she so despised? Would she fall into despair or try to distance herself from the responsibility?
Whatever her reaction, she would be more miserable than now.
Just today, she had hidden her rage and tried to seduce him, unsuccessfully. She hadn’t thought about the consequences and had moaned under his touch while struggling to escape, which only aroused him more.
Her relentless struggle with those vibrant eyes delighted him.
Mikhail smirked. He tried not to expect too much, but a strange anticipation always stirred him.
“Stop standing there and speak.”
“Ah, the cleaning maid found a dagger in Madam’s bed.”
“Did she remove it?”
“She left it as you instructed and found some medicine taped under the bed, which was immediately disposed of.”
“Anything else?”
“Madam’s maid, Dell, recently visited the city and stopped by a bookstore. She brought back several books.”
“Are they problematic?”
“The specifics are unknown. The store owner, likely close to her, refused to disclose any personal information.”
“It’s getting interesting. The more you say, the more curious I become.”
“Even if they have a close relationship, if they face eviction, their mind might change.”
Mikhail thought of Emilia in the library.
She must have seen something significant to act so differently.
“Tell Ellyn to check all the books in her room. This task suits her well.”
“I’ll inform her right away. Could it be a book that others shouldn’t see?”
“Very likely. Perhaps it’s one that’s no longer available.”
“Should we destroy it if we find it?”
“Oh no, that would just confirm her suspicions.”
Mikhail shook his head, smiling.
“Leave it be.”
The seed of doubt had already been planted. She would seek to confirm her suspicions.
Because with that, she could survive. Mikhail intended to watch her struggle until the end.
Even if she tried pitiful tricks to confirm the truth like today or pretended to offer her heart, he would play along.
“Kartho, do you know how to gain the trust of someone who trusts no one?”
“By giving them trust, I assume.”
Trust was already shattered; they had started that way. So the method to win Emilia’s heart was different.
“Give them love— warmth, gentleness, a sense of specialness, and the illusion that they changed you. To someone standing alone, there’s no greater temptation.”
She would fall for his act, believing she had the upper hand.
“When she thinks she has everything and feels happy, I’ll take it all away.”
No greater despair could exist.
He will take everything from her.
“Kartho, summon the doctor.”
“Why do you need a doctor? Are you unwell…”
“My health is excellent. You should know that I’m much stronger than most.”
“Understood, I’ll fetch him right away.”
Kartho bowed and left the room. Mikhail sipped his whiskey as he went through his letters.
“They do have a knack for saying things they don’t mean.”
Everyone seemed excited for the wedding tomorrow. A happy marriage for everyone but the couple themselves—what a joke.
Reading the letters without much interest, Mikhail tossed them into the trash. His gaze fell on the neatly arranged cigars in the wooden case. He picked one up, checking its condition by gently pressing it.
The cigar, stored in the humidor, was in excellent condition. Using a cutter, he clipped the end and lit it with a lighter.
Inhaling deeply, he savored the flavor. He felt the tension ease from his body.
“Ha…”
As he exhaled, the smoke drifted lazily in the air.
Hearing that the doctor had arrived, Mikhail quickly wrote down a few notes on a slip of paper. It was the ingredients for a prescription.
“I heard you called for me.”
Mikhail handed the note to the doctor.
“Prescribe this.”
“Are you sure you want it prescribed exactly as written?”
“Yes, exactly as it is.”
“Will Your Grace be taking this medication?”
“No.”
Mikhail took a deep drag from his cigar and laughed.
“It’s medicine for my wife, Emilia.”
