I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 78
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However, perhaps due to discomfort in discussing such matters in her presence, the members seemed to avoid the topic and focused on other conversations instead.
Standing in the same spot became increasingly challenging for Emilia. Despite her determination, she was nearing her limit.
He probably wished for her collapse. Her legs began to tremble, and her mouth dried up. Their conversations continued endlessly, and no one spoke to Emilia amidst the numerous discussions.
‘I must not fall.’
She didn’t want to show a pitiful figure. Somehow, she wanted to stand firm and flatten his arrogance.
Her body swayed finally.
Biting her lip, Emilia corrected her posture. Being unable to see made her fear collapsing.
Breathing out slowly, she managed to calm her fear and gripped the hem of her dress tightly.
“Almost forgot the Duchess was here! My goodness, have we just left her standing all this time?”
“Perhaps offering her water… Now that we’ve had our shock, it might be time to send her back to the mansion.”
“What are you talking about? Where is my wife here? Unless you’re referring to the rose of the Loren family.”
At his words, Emilia tried to stand as straight as possible.
As her consciousness blurred, Emilia clenched her fist. The nails pressed against the palm over the gloves, causing pain.
The ache in her legs spread to her pelvis and back.
Despite her body reaching her limit, she stood unwavering, as if fueled by spite.
“Ah, look at the time.”
“Next time, let’s invite Baron Vincent to discuss business propositions.”
“As for Duke Loren… well, that’s a conversation for another time.”
Sounds of chairs scraping against the floor were heard as people began to realize they had forgotten Emilia and hurriedly made their exits.
Among those passing by Emilia, some did not hesitate to make derogatory remarks.
“She really does resemble a rose. Almost forgot there was a rose blooming right beside the Duke and nearly plucked it.”
“You too? I was about to lean in for the scent, thinking it was a rose.”
Her fist clenched tighter at their mocking words.
The humiliation made her body tremble, her face flushed with anger. She felt feverish, hot enough to burn.
“It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be.”
At Mikhail’s taunting tone, Emilia spoke up.
“Is it over?”
“Yes.”
Only then did her strength leave her. She raised her hand to remove the blindfold that obscured her sight.
As she turned to head towards the door, pain shot through her legs, causing her to collapse to the floor.
“So this is all you could withstand.”
His mocking words pierced her heart.
Emilia grasped the nearby chair to pull herself up.
“It seems the Duke is afraid of me.”
She stood upright in front of him and lifted her chin.
“You plan to crush and suppress me endlessly so that I would give up on my own…”
She forced her lips to curl into a bitter smile.
Someday, she would have the chance to crush him just as he had done to her.
“More pathetic and petty than a child.”
“It seems to be quite effective, though.”
Mikhail stood holding his cane, having a graceful smile as if savoring the joy of victory. His face showed the thrill of conquest and pushed her patience to the limit.
Finally, Emilia raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
His head turned to the side with a dull sound.
It was regrettable.
Had she not been wearing gloves, she might have left a red mark on his face!
Emilia clenched her teeth, gripping her numb hand tightly.
“You are truly terrible. Ugly and low. Even the stars wouldn’t watch over someone like the Duke.”
No matter which path he chose, he would always make the worst decision.
Emilia limped past him and left the club.
“Can you call me a carriage?”
“The Duchy’s carriage is waiting.”
“I meant a different one.”
At Emilia’s request, the doorkeeper nodded and called for a public carriage.
“It won’t take long.”
She descended the stairs to wait for the carriage, biting her lip and wrapping one arm around the other as if to hide her trembling.
It seemed like the only way to conceal the fact that she was shaking.
Soon, the Duke emerged from the club and approached her.
“I never gave you permission to leave on your own.”
“I never asked for your permission.”
Emilia saw the public carriage approaching and walked towards the road to board it.
But she couldn’t take a few steps before Mikhail grasped her arm.
“I said I never gave you permission.”
“Duke, you seem to be under some misconception. I am not your property.”
“I’ve said it time and again. Your opinion doesn’t matter.”
“Ugh!”
Emilia was dragged forcibly in front of the Duke’s carriage.
“I told you I wanted to leave separately.”
“As you can see, that request was ignored.”
Ultimately, Emilia had no choice but to board the Duke’s carriage.
Mikhail paid the fare to the coachman of the public carriage that had arrived in front of the club and returned.
She couldn’t understand why he was acting this way.
He seemed determined to keep her by his side, even though he treated her as if she was nothing but to be stuck in the mud.
