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Chapter 47
“More than that, both of you are being too harsh. In a way, I can be like a mother to the young lady or young master.”
At those words, Yvonne's sanity was completely blown away.
Before Nils or Iona had time to stop her, Yvonne terrifyingly rushed at Fleur and grabbed her by the hair.
If the opponent was a strong person like Iona, She would have been able to protect herself from Yvonne, but with Fleur's thin wrists, she wouldn't be able to properly defend herself, let alone fight back.
And moreover, her opponent was not a commoner. Even if Yvonne vented her anger and beat her up, she wouldn't be punished.
“You even know what day is today, what day is it for us? How dare you say such a thing in this mansion!”
Yvonne pulled Fleur's hair and raised her nails.
Fleur was so busy covering her face that she couldn't block Yvonne's attack at all.
Instead, she screamed in tears for help.
Iona quickly came between them and pushed Yvonne away.
“Stop, stop! Miss Fleur, come behind me.”
Yvonne, who had been pushed back, glared at Iona.
“You crazy bitch, why! Do you think that commoner girl is your mother?! Are you ashamed and worried about her? That's why you're on her side?”
“Calm down, Yvonne. I understand that you're angry, but you should consider the Count's position as well."
“Ha, what position? What more do I have to put up with a person who makes another woman come home on my mother's death anniversary!”
Iona thought for the first time that Yvonne was saying the right thing.
Of course, it was because of Iona that Fleur came here, but the reason why Yvonne was so angry was Hayden's messy relationships with females.
The brainwashing of 'family' wasn't just affecting Hayden.
Yvonne and Nils resented their father but still hoped he would make up for his wrongs with love and effort.
Despite Hayden being the one who ruined their family, they couldn't escape his shadow.
Their anger would sometimes erupt like a prickly thorn and Hayden would occasionally receive small scratches as a result.
When they saw Hayden hurt by their criticism, they felt a cheap thrill. It was revenge that didn't require great courage, but the satisfaction they felt in that moment was certain.
Yvonne and Niels lived their lives repeating unsightly revenge on their father.
"If you have any sense, get out of here right now. My mother is not someone who deserves to be treated like this by people like her."
Yvonne gritted her teeth.
This was also true to some extent.
But Iona reached out and wrapped her arms around Fleur, who was trembling behind her.
“Calm down. I will send this woman right away.”
"This… …! That lowly girl, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill both you and him today!”
“Yvonne!”
Nils hastily restrained Yvonne from running towards Iona.
He didn't know about Fleur, but he knew that Hayden wouldn't stand still if Iona's body was hurt again.
He wanted to take care of Iona, but he had to pretend that it wasn't their doing. It wasn't the right time.
Niels shouted at the crowd of maids.
"You there! Take Yvonne away. Lock her in the room and don't let her out for an hour!"
"Oppa!"
"You stay inside. You don't need to go this far because of that woman. Yvonne, you are a noble lady, you should behave accordingly."
Saying that, Nils stroked Yvonne's cheek.
Only then did Yvonne slow down a little and relax.
As if the sadness she had been putting off came belatedly, she twisted her face.
The maids supported Yvonne, who was staggering like a soaked doll.
Iona, who was looking at Yvonne who was slowly moving away, turned her head to Fleur and said.
“Miss Fleur, I don't know what kind of change of heart you found here, but this is a completely unwise move. If your relationship with the Count is precious, please think first of how much trouble he will be in this matter.”
“I wasn't trying to trouble the Count... … .”
“It doesn't matter what Miss Fleur's original intentions were. In any case, the Count will not be happy with this visit.”
“… …”
“Today is the death anniversary of the deceased Countess. If you know the manners, please leave.”
It was the same gist as Yvonne and Nils were trying to say, but it was an exhortation delivered in a completely different way.
Fleur trembled as if she realized the weight of what she had done.
She said coldly, avoiding Iona's gaze.
“Hmm, then I’ll just leave for today. Please don't speak too badly of the Count. I was just curious about the family of the man I love.”
At the absurd excuse, Nils wrinkled his expression sternly. But he didn't want to mingle with the lowly woman anymore, so he didn't hang on to her words.
Fleur followed the maid's guidance and headed outside.
As soon as she turned the corner and disappeared, Nils touched his forehead with a tired face.
“… …you too go away. Because I don't want to see your face for another minute or one second.”
Instead of moving away as he said, Iona crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. Then, as if offended by his rudeness, she sneered at him.
“If I had known it would be like this, I would have let my brother and sister keep arguing with that woman.”
Nils tried to say something with a grumpy face, but when he realized the rest of the servants around him, he shut his mouth.
When he waved his hand and tell them to go, the people quickly dispersed.
Only then did Nils confirm that they were left in the hallway, pointing at Iona and saying,
"Don't act like everything is fine after doing what you had to do. Even if you repeated the same thing for the rest of your life, it wouldn't be enough to repay the debt you owe to our mother."
"What debt do I owe?"
Iona quietly responded to Nils' words and continued speaking.
"Your father is the one who had an affair and fathered a child outside, so why should that be my fault?"
"You, you... you were born outside of wedlock. Who are you to blame my father for having a bastard child? If you think like that, why don't you try saying it to his face?"
"You're the one who can't say a word in front of the Count, but you have a sharp tongue only in front of me."
Iona smiled and looked at Nils with narrow eyes.
"You've always been like that, Nils. If you don't think you can win, you quickly run away without even a fight. From our father, and from me too."
“Don’t treat me the same as you, an idiot. Did you even have a power swing your fist because you wanted to? You are just a shameless bitch... …”
“And you couldn’t even do that.”
Iona looked down at the ground, curling her lips in amusement.
After a moment, she looked up and spoke softly with a gentle smile.
“Niels, you are a cowardly and disgusting human being. To mourn your mother's death, you should have stopped calling him father.”
"Don't speak recklessly with your mouth open."
Nils' voice hardened.
Unlike him, Iona was still not losing her composure.
Seeing Nils approaching menacingly as if he was about to shake his fist at any moment, Iona asked quietly.
“Do you want me to tell you what your mother said to me at the last minute?”
In Nils' eyes, there was agitation that could not be hidden.
He seemed curious about Iona's words, but it seemed that anger came more intensely than that.
He grabbed Iona by the collar with a red face and threatened her.
“You dare to talk about my mother? Y-you dare?"
Her head was naturally thrown back as Nils tugged at her collar roughly.
Iona lowered her eyes and said.
“She complained.”
Nils' hand felt hard.
Iona looked closely into Nils' eyes, which were shaking like crazy.
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