I Will Die for You, My Darling! - Chapter 46
Chapter 46
“Let’s drop the word games.”
“Mm, just clarifying to avoid any misunderstandings. You should be careful what you say, Gamon. But I get it. My actions caused a schedule change, and you were supposed to be there but couldn’t go.”
Gamon stubbornly remained silent. Arietta concluded there was nothing more to glean from this topic. Leaning back against the headboard, she asked, “Are you going to report what just happened to Izzy?”
Her slightly narrowed eyes were impossibly beautiful. Even Gamon felt momentarily dazed. The rumors of Arietta being Downstream’s greatest beauty were not unfounded.
“I have to.” Gamon just barely managed to collect himself. Arietta chuckled again.
“What are you going to say? That the foolish physician let me get hold of the scissors and I almost died?”
The physician paled at Arietta’s words, his mind clearly racing with unpleasant scenarios. He would undoubtedly be held accountable. Arietta glanced at the fidgeting physician. “The physician seems to want to keep this whole incident a secret.”
“By the way, I didn’t see that Gwen girl or the head maid. Isaac must have weeded them out. Pitiful. Physician, if Gamon reports this, won’t the same thing happen to you?”
The veiled threat hit its mark. The physician, having witnessed the bloodshed that occurred while Arietta slept, couldn’t help but be terrified. He looked back and forth between Gamon and Arietta with fear-filled eyes.
“What a waste. I can understand the maid and the new girl, but getting rid of the physician would be inconvenient. Where will you find another doctor this competent?” Arietta sighed dramatically.
“The physician…” Gamon finally spoke, intending to reassure the physician that Isaac wouldn’t thoughtlessly dispose of him. Unfortunately, Arietta was quick-witted and had honed her skills in getting what she wanted with her silver tongue since childhood.
“And!” she cut Gamon off. “Our Kitty will be quite upset when he finds out I’ve been up to more ‘mischief,’ won’t he? He postponed important plans for two days because of me, and you said he left you here, too.”
Gamon couldn’t refute this. Leaving his post, and assigning his most valuable asset, Gamon, to guard duty at the annex, clearly indicated Isaac’s anxiety.
“The more Isaac worries about me, the worse it is for you, isn’t it?”
Gamon simply pursed his lips. Arietta sensed victory.
“Now that I think about it, it wouldn’t be good for me if Izzy heard about this either. If Izzy knew I tried to stab myself in the neck with scissors, he might remove everything breakable from this room. If absolute safety is the priority, my room will become desolate. And I like pretty things.” Having said her piece, Arietta smiled sweetly. “So, what do you say, Gamon? Shall we keep this our little secret?”
Gamon let out a soft groan. He didn’t like being manipulated by a woman who was, in the end, just the Boss’s collectible. But Arietta’s logic was sound. While protocol dictated reporting the incident to the Boss, he felt a conflict brewing within him. He didn’t want to stir up unnecessary trouble.
“…Very well. But promise you won’t do anything like this again.”
“Alright.” Arietta agreed readily. “Seeing the blood on your hands frightened me, too. And my broken arm is throbbing. I won’t do anything like this again.”
Gamon looked at her skeptically. Arietta raised her hands in mock surrender. “Well, if you don’t believe me, tell Izzy. I can’t stop you if you want to make a big deal out of it.”
Silence hung in the air for a long moment.
“I’ll keep quiet about this.” Gamon finally conceded. Arietta clapped her hands.
“As expected, you’re quick on the uptake. Worthy of being Izzy’s closest aide.” She offered empty praise, then shifted her tone. “Now, will you leave? The physician needs to tend to my wounds. I can’t very well show you my body, can I?”
Gamon had to fight back a sigh. Maintaining his composure, he turned and left Arietta’s bedroom. Arietta watched him go, a knowing look on her face.
“Please take a look at my injuries.” Arietta addressed the physician sweetly. Relieved, color returned to his cheeks. He bobbed his head. “Y-yes, of course.”
“Since you’re covering up what happened today, I have a favor to ask…” Arietta whispered, pulling back her sleeve. “Could you prescribe me something?” This had been her goal all along.
