My Perfect Omega - Chapter 125
Unlike Leila, who had not yet become a duchess, mentioning the real Duke, Lucas, made Marchioness Volpf and her group flinch. Marchioness Volpf had received a considerable amount of gifts from both sides in the past for connecting Count Wagner and Leila.
Recalling Leila’s formerly compliant nature when she was blind, the marchioness had tried to suppress her before she could become a duchess. However, since things hadn’t gone as planned, her frustration surged.
But now, thinking it would be ridiculous to get along well, she approached Leila and whispered maliciously with a venomous expression.
“A woman like you, who doesn’t know her place, should have been properly disciplined by an alpha like Count Wagner.”
“What are you saying right now!”
Marchioness Richter, standing beside her, exclaimed in an astonished voice. Leila, soothing Marchioness Richter by holding her hand, addressed Marchioness Volpf.
“I’m curious as to what kind of discipline a mere recessive alpha could provide. Well, I guess you wouldn’t know the difference between a recessive and dominant trait, Marchioness Volpf. You wouldn’t understand what you’ve never had.”
“What, what did you say?”
Marchioness Volpf, as if forgetting she had attacked first, trembled as she continued.
“Are you looking down on me because I’m a recessive omega?”
“Oh my, I didn’t know you were a recessive omega!”
“You, you…”
Marchioness Volpf had long harbored an inferiority complex about being a recessive omega. She already disliked those of superior rank, but she felt intense jealousy towards Leila, who was adored even by the Emperor and the Pope for being a hyper-dominant omega.
Feeling extreme humiliation, Marchioness Volpf glared fiercely but couldn’t continue her words.
A sweet pheromone she had never encountered before surrounded her menacingly. Realizing it was coming from Leila, who was calmly staring at her, the marchioness instinctively felt fear.
Attacking with pheromones was against manners, but not illegal. It was naturally hard to prove such an attack, after all.
However, those who experienced a pheromone attack knew it well. Not wanting to faint in an embarrassing manner, Marchioness Volpf managed to move her pale lips to speak.
“I-I apologize.”
“What was that?”
“…I apologize for the words I just said!”
An apology forcibly squeezed out was hardly welcome. Leila felt a sense of relief now that she understood why this woman and Sarah had tried to pair her with Count Wagner. Birds of a feather, indeed.
However, her displeasure remained, and it didn’t erase the hardships she had endured because of this woman. She had long resolved not to be a fool anymore.
“Ah, you’re apologizing for saying, ‘A woman like you, who doesn’t know her place, should have been properly disciplined by an alpha like Count Wagner,’ correct?”
Leila’s clear and resonant voice carried quite a distance. The noblewomen, who had been watching the confrontation, turned their attention to Marchioness Volpf.
No matter how much one disliked someone, there were things a woman of her age should and shouldn’t say.
“You, you…”
Feeling the eyes of all people around her, Marchioness Volpf trembled with anger and left the scene. Even the ladies who had followed her were too shocked by what they had just heard to accompany her. They didn’t want to get involved.
Leila watched Marchioness Volpf walk away in disgrace and then released Marchioness Richter’s hand.
“I’m sorry for causing you to hear such unpleasant words,” Leila said.
“Goodness, there’s no reason for you to apologize. It’s Marchioness Volpf who is at fault for saying such vulgar things. I’ve never heard such words in my life.”
Leila nodded quietly at Marchioness Richter’s words, but in truth, she had heard far worse. Although those times had been tough and arduous, they had also made her stronger, so she no longer hated her past.
