TVRTH [Book 1]

Chapter 142

Revenge (II), Part XIV

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

With her mouth wide open and eyes fixed on Emma, she trembled as if she was about to fall. Therefore, it was not the Countess, but the Count that read her expression.

"... I'll go first."

She was displeased to her, but she was his biological daughter, so the Count rose up and said it would be better for him to go first. The Countess, without even giving a glance, replaced the answer by simply nodding her head quietly.

"Are you all right, Aria?"

Aria nodded, feeling the warm hand her mother was holding. Cain, who did not follow his father, also gave a worried look to Aria.

The Count was also about to say something comforting, but he soon closed his mouth. He seemed to have decided it would be better to take Mielle and leave in a hurry. Emma was looking this way, and Mielle was staring at her.

"... Mielle!"

"My God..."

It was then. Suddenly Mielle fell to the floor. The astonished Count hastened to support her, and the Countess, who had been ignoring her all the time, rushed to Mielle. With Cain's voice calling for a doctor, the audience seat became a mess in no time.

"You bitch! You wicked woman! It's all because of you! If it wasn't for you! Worthy of death... Aaargh!"

Emma, who was watching this, cursed Aria, and was struck by a guard's fist, she also lost consciousness and was dragged out. What a pity that she would no longer be able to do evil for her master. Aria rushed to Mielle, who had fallen, and whispered in a very small voice, pretending to check her complexion,

"Mielle... a poor girl. Did you think I didn't know you'd get Emma and Berry to poison my tea?"

Then she did not completely lose her senses, and Mielle's eyes opened in a flash. She stared at Aria, trembling and wondering what that meant. Her eyes were bloodshot and there was no beauty of an aristocratic lady, like when she had shed her own tears of blood from her own eyes when she had been forced to just cry out in the face of her ridicule!

'How long have I been waiting for this?'

She had been waiting for this moment when she was going to give it all back to Mielle. The revenge against her was only beginning, but Aria's whole body was filled with great satisfaction.

'Now, why don't you cry like I did in the past and do your frantic attempts?'

In the comfort of others, Mielle came to her senses, and Aria also spoke with a disturbed face,

"Fortunately, Mielle woke up. But you'd better hurry up and let her see a doctor."

Mielle held on to her chest, breathing heavily in the chaos that she had never imagined that the foolish wicked woman would result.

Aria was hoping Mielle would scream and spit out some cursing. Even in this situation where Emma, who she had been following like her mother, would be executed, she did not show that much. In a way, Mielle must be a stronger woman than herself.

"The Count of Roscent!"

Lane appeared out of nowhere through the uproar. Then he urged the Count to hurry to the hospital he knew, saying it was nearby.

Lane was a trustee of all the Count family, and they moved in perfect order at his words. Meanwhile, Lane whispered his original purpose in a voice small enough to be heard only by Aria,