Chapter Seven
.Chapter Seven.
This is the bad thing about the therapist who has been in charge of me since I was a child. I couldn't figure out what the hell he was talking about.
He must have been pouring out everything in his heart because he was suffering from knowing that I had been slapped.
My doctor quickly ran to see me and was very angry.
He was talking nonsense throughout almost the entire treatment.
It is true that I was a little startled when I saw that they went to the family doctor so angry, saying that they would send him even if he was asleep.
I didn't want to lose my doctor.
As this therapist says, it is very difficult to have a good doctor who can be confident that he will not poison you.
The inside of my mouth was very sour, so I raised my hand and held the doctor's hand for a moment and groaned.
“It hurts, take it easy. Beynon.”
Then, an expression of cruelty appeared on the face of this kind, generous-looking doctor, who now wrinkled and even showed his benevolence.
“Seriously, bastard, for whatever reason he beats you. I have to cut his head off with a scalpel to do this swelling to the young lady’s face.”
The only time Benon was really angry in his life was when his father collapsed because he was drinking too much alcohol, but he was never angry in any other situation.
His expression, which looked like it would summon even a demon, didn't match his usual benevolent and kind face, so I was about to burst into laughter, but I stifled my laughter.
Benon gritted his teeth when he saw me making strange noises while stifling my laughter hard.
“You are very good, Miss Carmela. Are you laughing now after what happened to you?”
When I heard that, I tried to make my expression more stern but it didn't work.
Ah... but it was so new and so new that someone cared for me when I was injured, and it brought up new feelings in me.
…After all, revenge was a waste of life. There was still a lot for me, as I had a new opportunity.
It's not like I was locked in that house, like in the past when I had nothing left and I had to stand around weakly carrying nothing but hatred.
Even when I think about it over and over again, a second chance is still a blessing, so I laughed as expected.
“But it's been a while since everyone has been worried about me, so in a way I feel like I'm a grandpa.”
However, the moment she heard Pinon's next words, his face stiffened slightly.
"Are you worried about this? You don't have to worry too much. The maids and maids are sobbing loudly now, and your father is fuming with anger. Your mother managed to convince him by saying that she would go to Demeter's house in a carriage immediately and argue with him."
I muttered suspiciously when I heard this.
“Mom? Impossible....”
Bennoun jumped at these words and protested.
“No that's true!”
But I did not believe everything, so I did not care about what he said.
Beynon always had an angle for exaggeration.
However, even if it was exaggerated, it would not be a very rare word, so I was puzzled.
'Is this enough?'.
Looking into Benon's worried eyes, I suddenly realized.
It was a big thing that happened to me but at most, it was just slapping one cheek.
“This kind of thing is not cool.”
Maybe you've been out of line for a long time.
Bernard actually treated me so cruelly that I didn't care about my cheek, I was used to it.
People came one after another.
It was as if a commotion had broken out in Armin's palace.
Father cried.
The strict father, who only measured the family's profits, more like a strict bank president than an aristocrat, laid out all his losses and said.
“You don't have to go to the lunch table. Stay alone if you want. I will ask them to prepare the food and bring it to your room.”
It was close to a grenade announcement.
Not knowing how to explain it, I froze.
My father choked as he continued to say that there would be a lot to gain from sitting on the bed, and that it would be better than a spanking.
My mind was confused as I saw tears falling to the floor, leaving thick wrinkles and blurred gray eyes.
It was strange.
“Was there a place I could rely on like this?”
My mind was confused.
If I speak, perhaps if I speak, is it possible for me to be saved? Wasn't I alone on the edge of a cliff at the time?.
My father, with a bitter face, took my hand.
His hand was hot as if he had a fever. It was large enough to cover all of my hands.
“I'm sorry I didn't believe you.”
I had a place to turn to. I just didn't know.
Feeling like I was about to cry, I nodded silently with a calm face.
“Thank you. Dad.”
Her speech was slurred due to her swollen cheeks. Maybe it wasn't serious, but her father made a pained face.
Suddenly he muttered with an angry face.
“…I will definitely make that bastard from the House of Demeter pay for this. How dare you, how dare you slap my daughter, who is such a weak child?”
Of course, I also hit one.
Instead of saying that, I ordered my father.
“I don’t need an apology from him. There is no need to impose direct sanctions on him.”
Sparks were about to fly from my father's eyes, but I smiled mischievously.
"Just make sure you get compensation for the damage. At this point, break the engagement, so shift the blame to them and make them pay all the costs of breaking up the wedding. I like visual rewards. Don't just give me a few cents. Dad."
My father said with an unsatisfied face.
"I still want to see him get on his knees and beg. I just can't get over it."
I smiled and said to my father.
"Make him get down on his knees and take a big bill out of that house as compensation. What's the real gain in confronting that insolent face again and making him apologize."
My father looked at my face, as if trying to determine whether I meant it or not.
He shook his head in agreement.
“Yes. I will definitely never forget anything that happened from that family. Believe me, I will turn his whole life upside down and make him regret what happened today.”
Before I got up, he gently combed my hair.
“Take care of yourself. The most important thing is not to have nightmares about our daughter.”
Only after closing the heavy door did she let out a silent sigh as she slid onto the headboard of the bed.
Bernard...Is there something as meaningless as this?.
“Anything like that doesn't break my heart.”
I hate him so much.
Therefore, I wanted to cause harm to Demeter's family and reduce his position in the family.
However, since he was the successor, there would not be a big blow, but I wanted to create a rift in his reputation and the harmony of his house.
So let Demeter's anger be directed at his weakest point.
that painful name.
“We saw…..”
Maybe she's still in the dark.
Now, though I do not like Bernard, I still hate him, yet I am bound to pronounce her name like a wounded dog.
Whatever I do, I am conscious of this name. Will I forget over time?.
I looked at my hands as I was overwhelmed with thoughts that I wanted to get rid of.
She was wearing a splint and a very tight bandage.
It was exhilarating when I played Bernard in Mischief. but… ….
“I can't even embroider because my hands are like this....”
For the first time, I felt a little sorry because I thought my doctor, Benon, had done well even though he was bothering me so much.
But the real storm was different.
When she saw my appearance, Risdell immediately collapsed as if she had been struck by lightning.
I was stunned by the fact that she cried her heart out, and I was about to stand up when Rysdell crawled to her knees and clung to the side of the bed, sobbing.
I was surprised to see how kind and loyal she was to me.
Rysdell, who was crying, blamed herself.
“I'm a crazy bitch because I sent the young woman alone to that crazy man. It's...because of me....”
Her crying was so loud that she couldn't breathe properly, so I changed the subject to get her to catch her breath.
“Are the others surprised too?”
Immediately, Risdell's face brightened and her eyes changed fiercely as she asked.
It was such a drastic change that I was shocked.
“It's not just me who is surprised. Everyone is crazy because of that damned house.”
She screamed hard and said that if she only had a knife in her hand, she would kill that bastard.
“Hannah was dating a servant from the Demeter family, but they broke up after an argument about it. The son of a bitch dared side with Bernard?”
What human garbage! Rhysdale, who was angry and on her nerves, smiled and said accusingly.
"It wasn't until after he was kicked by Hannah that he cried and begged for forgiveness, but there was no way Hannah would accept his apology even though the little boy begged her and told her he had done something wrong. He said to Hannah, 'I was wrong and it's true that Bernard was wrong...' She came back here and imitated that child and told them what he had done, but everyone laughed so hard at what she did to him and imitated her...really what I said is exactly what happened!" “.
I burst out laughing without realizing it. However, my cheek was hurting, so I couldn't laugh hard so I laughed my neck hard.
No, it was funny that Hana broke up because of me, but they even made fun of him in the dorm.
Sorry about that poor guy, but the situation was very funny.
More than that, I didn't know that Hannah had a talent for vocal imitation.
Rysdell continued, excited with a laugh.
Originally, it was necessary for the cleaning staff in the corridor or room to refrain from talking, but they were too busy talking about what Miss Carmella's fiancé had done and wanted to kill him.
Originally, the head servant and the maid were supposed to take strict action against them, but they were also upset with him and cursed him, not paying attention to the gossip going on and not ending it.
I'm in a little problem.
Should Ryssdal tell me this...?.
However, she was very excited, so I decided to quietly close my eyes.
Risdell's crap wasn't harmful, and if I had it in the future, it wouldn't hurt anyone else.
I think I will keep this child until she gets married.
This was a small compensation for her who must have been hurt because of me, my immature self in the past.
Near sunrise, my mother silently came to visit me while the maid had left for her quarters.
The low-pitched voice that said “It's me, Carmela” was definitely my mother's voice.
It was too late to visit anyone, even if you were her daughter.
My mother was a punctual person, so I welcomed her with great surprise when she arrived.
She was wearing light clothes and a shawl over her.
It was surprising to see her wearing pajamas as her daughter had never even seen her in her bedroom before but it was understandable that she was wearing a shawl over them.
My mother came to my bedside, her face as stern and cold as usual.
But then she spoke, saying:.
“Don’t you want to go to a spa?”