If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 47
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Agatha, who was still lying on the ground, felt a searing pain as her scalp seemed to be peeled off. With a cruel force, her body was forcibly lifted, and with her hair gripped, she was dragged out of the carriage.
“Let go of this, John Calvino!”
The deep-seated inferiority complex etched into him since childhood was John Calvino’s fatal weakness. He could hardly bear to hear stories about his elder brothers, Clauzen and Christian, in front of him.
As Agatha was dragged outside, the hem of her dress was unable to withstand the friction and tore apart.
“That mouth of yours, it’s always the problem. You don’t seem to understand moderation. Even being cheeky should be done in moderation to be cute. Got it, dear?”
From John’s whispering lips came a hot breath. Agatha shuddered at the chilling sensation, as if dozens of bugs were crawling, but being held by her hair, she couldn’t move freely.
<“In case of danger, this is a self-defense tool. Knights will always be by your side, so nothing should happen, but just in case. If you ever find yourself in a dangerous situation, take this out and stab the throat of the threatening opponent.”>
At that moment, the words Cain had spoken a few days ago came to mind. Through Liana, Cain had learned about what Agatha had experienced during her stay at the County. He had gifted Agatha an emblem engraved with Kristin’s name.
When asked about its purpose, he had responded that one should have a means to protect oneself in case of danger.
The emblem had the family crest engraved on the bottom, and at first glance, it appeared to be an ordinary seal. However, when the top lid was opened, a sharp edge was hidden, making it a kind of self-defense weapon.
Why did she only think of it now? Agatha reached into her bosom to find the pouch tied to her waist. Desperately groping inside to retrieve the emblem, John didn’t allow her to do what she wanted.
He turned Agatha around, throwing her body onto the floor as if discarding it, then climbed on top of her immediately. Due to the force, the pouch containing the emblem slipped from her hand and fell into the grassy field. Pinned down by John’s heavy weight, Agatha was rendered helpless.
“John Calvino. If Sir Cain learns of this, he will kill you. If you let me go now, I will help you cover up what happened today. So let me go.”
Even the last hope, the emblem, slipped away. Though the voice putting on a brave front sounded calm, the overwhelming sense of fear choked her.
No matter what she said, John was unyielding. Driven by a determination to crush the woman in front of him, he had lost control with the lust and desire evident in his eyes. He had gone beyond the point of stopping on his own.
People with such eyes could not restrain themselves.
Stella was similar after drinking an excessive amount of wine. She would get furious over trivial matters and throw objects around. If her anger didn’t subside, the maids nearby would become the next targets.
Without any wrongdoing, the number of maids who fell victim to Stella’s whipping for seemingly trivial reasons of getting into Stella’s eyes easily exceeded two digits. Whenever Stella drank, the cries of a few maids who had been subjected to her wrath echoed throughout the night.
Ironically, Stella and the Calvino family cared about their reputation. Despite carrying the motto of not tarnishing the name of Calvino, they were more focused on covering up their own mistakes rather than being cautious of their behavior.
The maids who endured the night of punishment received generous compensation. The money they received for keeping quiet about the Countess’s two-faced nature was comparable to several months’ worth of wages. Some eagerly anticipated a subsequent reward and purposely loiter around the intoxicated Countess.
Stella’s inclination to solve everything with money was directly inherited by her son, John. He spent his days frequenting gambling dens and brothels, even unabashedly dragging conspicuous maids into his bed.
Of course, after spending a night, he would generously fill their pockets with money, washing away any sense of guilt. He shamelessly argued that he had paid a fair price, leaving no room for self-blame.
It was inevitable that his reputation hit rock bottom in Leden. No respectable family wanted to accept him as a son-in-law. Whenever he appeared at social gatherings, noble ladies would gasp and flee from John.
Despite his predicament, he never thought he was at fault, as he had learned from his mother Stella to blame others for all the misfortunes that occurred.
Ironically, John belonged to the category of fairly clean-cut handsome men based on his appearance. However, even his attractive exterior was overshadowed by his violence.
Ultimately, it was said that he expressed his inferiority by subjecting the prostitutes he dragged into his bedroom to abuse. There were even rumors circulating that entering John Calvino’s bedroom would leave one crippled.
“He was a pathetic lowly squire. If he wants to kill me, give it a try. I’m not afraid at all.”
Every time Cain’s name escaped Agatha’s lips, veins on John’s forehead surged. He was seemingly gritting his teeth, the pronunciation that followed was unpleasant to hear.
