If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 31
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Spewing curses with vulgar words at every sentence’s end, Stella finally cursed Cain Vernat for over an hour. The countess continued her fit of rage until she exhausted herself and slumped into the chair, crying like a child. She seemed to be shedding tears of sorrow after unleashing all her anger.
Quite the heavy drinker, it seems. The butler, Balrod, who had come to inform Christian’s arrival, quietly retreated upon witnessing the chaotic scene before him.
The spilled wine between shattered bottles had turned the carpet into a complete mess. Cleaning the carpet would require hours of hard work. The maids sighed deeply.
“I can’t just let it all be taken away like this. How many years have I raised that child?”
Thinking about the man who casually took Agatha away from her and muttering words like “Get out of my way,” Stella recalled the image of the man who had once carried Agatha away in his arms. She shivered and shouted in frustration.
It was the first time in her life she had experienced such disgrace. The Emperor’s favor, which could easily strip away his meager façade, and the fact that the humble bloodline of a lowly lower noble had inflicted such humiliation upon her, filled her with unbearable anger.
However, among all of this, what she found most insufferable was that there seemed to be no way for her to retaliate against this rage.
That day, when she had threatened to go to the palace and confess to the Princess about his incompetence, Cain had casually produced something that felt like a divine intervention.
<“The marriage approval from the Emperor for Lady Kristin and myself. From now on, Lady Kristin’s safety is under my jurisdiction alone, and if anyone continues to obstruct my path, I will not stand idly by. Countess.”>
Just a few days ago, Empress had seemingly given her positive consent for John and Agatha’s marriage. She couldn’t have foreseen such an outcome when she sent Agatha to the Princess’ birthday banquet.
Agatha, who she had expected to return with expected results triumphantly, had surprisingly declared that she would marry another man and fled like a fugitive from Stella’s possession.
At first, she thought it was just a tantrum in the face of such a significant event as marriage. Instead, she found herself left on the roadside, robbed of the last strand of hope. Yes, she felt like she had just been stripped of what she had held, discarded and abandoned.
In her mind, memories of how she had treated her niece as less than a servant had disappeared and ceased to exist. She was now consumed by a burning anger, having taken in a pitiful orphan with no place to go, only to be repaid with ingratitude.
“I can’t just let it happen like this.”
At that time, she was too flustered to say anything, but in hindsight, she couldn’t even be sure if the marriage approval was real or fake. If that’s the case, then she thought she could find a way to prevent Agatha Kristin and Cain Vernat from marrying, no matter what.
Stella’s eyes, which had been glaring and full of irritation, began to calm down little by little.
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After the crowd from the dressing room had dispersed, all that remained for Agatha was a deep sense of exhaustion. Madame de Borre, the owner of the dressing room, was truly the most talkative person she had ever encountered. It went beyond just trying to alleviate the awkward atmosphere.
It was understandable that people were curious about the news of the noble lady’s marriage, especially considering the hot topic of wedding. However, enduring this relentless barrage of questions felt almost like torture.
She hadn’t shown her face at social gatherings for a long time, and this seemed to have fueled speculation about her connection with Marquis Vernat. The questions ranged from whether there had been a longstanding connection between her and the Marquis to whether he had secretly held affection for her all this time.
The Madam, who was loudly interrogating her, seemed unaware of just how intrusive her questions had become.
<”Asking so many questions while taking measurements, isn’t it a bit too much? It’s quite exhausting.”>
Finally, putting an end to the unpleasant inquiries, Agatha could measure calmly.
“But even so, they say this is the most popular dressing room at Leden, Miss. I heard that it’s fully booked for months, and you’d have to wait until next year to place an order. It seems that Marquis Vernat has taken special care of you.”
Liana murmured as she helped Agatha put on the dress, which had been temporarily removed for measurements.
She was right. Despite all the gossip, Madame de Borre was a person with keen sensibilities and exceptional skills, leading the trends in Leden. While it was true that she owed her fame in part to the wholehearted support of Grand Duchess Norfolk, who was known as the “Flower of Leden’s High Society,” without the fundamental skill, no matter how good her connections were, she would not have achieved such success.
