The Villainess Will Leave Without Any Regrets

Abella wanted to pass on the perfect Amerigo to Simon, who was like Carlo’s alter ego.

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As she walked with Simon in her arms, the thoughts about her past were wiped out and new thoughts poured into her.

The amount invested in Arsene will come back in a little while.
In the meantime, it would be enough to fill the hole caused by Amerigo’s relatives.

If so, what should she do with the remaining money?

She must find something that would become Amerigo’s business, not the Abella business.
Abella breathed in Simon’s baby scent that calmed her complicated mind.
It smelled warm.

Abella smiled unconsciously.

Oh, there was something else she had to do besides business.

The cockroaches that still ate Amerigo were still there.
What was the conversation between Gilmus and the Duke of Sirius?

‘No way, is he lending him money?’

Gilmus has already lost the backing of Amerigo, so he wouldn’t have any credit.

‘Back to square one.’

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The events that were tailing her were burning in her head.
Simon tugged Abella, who had been agonizing over it.

“Ouch!”

“Auntie, Simony baaa!”

“Yes?”

“Simon is aunt’s an–angel! Simon protects aunt!”

What did a child know to keep protecting her?

Abella burst into laughter thanks to Simon, who inherited Carlo’s warm heart.
At least the child seemed to give her breathing space.

*

Duke of Sirius.

The predecessor Duke and Duchess gave the Duke title to Arsene and were leading peaceful days.

They even took a step back from the crowded and noisy social world and acquired a separate mansion on the outskirts to spend the rest of their quiet life.

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Nevertheless, their influence in society was enormous.

The only duke in the Anstice Empire.

Besides, the only one to match Amerigo was Sirius.
Thanks to this, Arsene’s position in the social world was also rising vertically.
The noble ladies were aiming for Arsene, even though they knew that Arsene was already engaged to Abella.

The spirit of politics from the politicians could be broken as needed.

For some reason, the Grand Madam Sirius stood by.

And one day, not long after attending Simon’s birthday banquet, the grand madam came to Arsene.

“Mother! I would have gone to you if you had called me.”

“It’s quite a distance.
It may seem close, but it’s quite a long way to travel.
My son, it seems like your face doesn’t look too good.
How are you?”

“Yes.
As you requested, I ate well and slept well.”

“That’s wonderful.”

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Grand Madam Sirius laughed brightly.

Although the proposal Gilmus laid out to her was not bright at all.

‘Please break Abella’s engagement with the Duke of Arsene.’

‘What do you mean, Count Gilmus? Although it is said to be a political marriage between the nobles, the promise is sacred.
 Besides, there is no reason for Sirius to disqualify Lady Abella.’

‘But, doesn’t Grand Madam owe me something? So this time…’

‘You.
How long do you think that weakness will remain a weakness?’

‘Grand Madam Sirius!’

‘I can reveal the secret with my own hands.
Once revealed, it is no longer a weakness.
Until now, I have been dancing to your tune……’

‘Is it because of the Duke? And this time again, you will be moving for the Duke.’

As if a snake was crawling all over her body, Grand Madam Sirius trembled with disgust.
The reason she had come alone, without her husband, was because she had to tell Arsene an important story.

Arsene liked Abella a lot.
That was the fact that the Grand Madam who gave birth to Arsene knew better than anyone else.
It wouldn’t be easy for her to persuade him to let go of Abella.
She must understand Arsene’s mind and dig into a place of weakness in order to persuade the child.

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Having finished her thoughts, Grand Madam Sirius swallowed her sigh.

It was not that she didn’t know what Count Gilmus was aiming for.
The firstborn of the Count Gilmus family had been thrown into the marriage market these days.
It must be a plan to marry Abella and his firstborn.

It was the old customs of the aristocrats.

And Grand Madam Sirius no longer wanted Arsene to get involved in such a thing.

Arsene needed to get away from Abella and live his life.

Grand Madam Sirius spoke gently.

“Son, if you have time, how about having lunch and chatting with me?”

Arsene tilted his head at the more gentle voice but nodded.

“Yes, mother.”

Their peace didn’t last for long.

*