# 6
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Victor knew he had a talent for disgusting others.
He realized this since his childhood, since the days when he did not remember his exact age. Perhaps his mother was whispering to him while he was in her womb: “My beloved child, please, do not be born.”
Victor carried his sleeping mother instead of the nurse, put her in her bedroom, and then returned.
Blood was pouring from his neck, staining his white shirt, so the Domfelt family doctor rushed to quickly treat the wound.
Meanwhile, Blight was answering reporters' questions on his behalf.
“You see, our Master’s desire to become part of the royal family can be considered an expression of loyalty. Even though Duchess Marina has tried to strangle and kill him countless times, our Master still pursues his mother’s dream.”
Once journalists got the information they wanted, they rushed to publish the story in special editions.
Victor walked in the rain and sat in the cart, while Blight returned after the interview ended and started moving the cart.
On the way back to the palace, Blight asked anxiously: “Has your wound been treated well?”
“I had to choose which monastery my wife would go to.”
“What?”
“This place is very comfortable.”
Victor took a cigarette out of his inner pocket as he spoke.
Blight lit a lighter and said: “I don’t know much about Melin Monastery.”
“Maybe my father has something to do with it.”
“By the way, the lady hasn't sent letters since last week. She's been sending one every three or four days.”
Blight did not dare to suggest visiting the monastery directly, so he contented himf with this hint.
He expected Victor not to answer, but he surprised him by opening his mouth: “Because of Scarlett, I am forced to do things that I would not have done.”
He had revealed his mother's condition to the world, which he had hidden even from his subordinates, so it was no surprise that he was still angry with Scarlett.
But no one expected his anger to last long, and no one dared to ask him about the reason for this anger.
After a long hesitation, Blight spoke again: “Don’t get too angry, sir.”
Victor blew smoke out the window, looked at Blight, and continued: “The lady… is not feeling well, so she moved to the villa last week.”
“Why am I angry?”
“Because the lady left the convent on her own accord...”
“Scarlett was the one who said she would stay there for a hundred days. If she wants to get out, let her out.”
“Is that what it was?”
Blight looked puzzled.
Everyone, except Victor, believed that Scarlett had no say in entering or leaving the convent. Maybe even Scarlett herf thought so.
“Not feeling well?”
“She is said to be suffering from a high fever.”
Scarlett was already weak in body.
Victor knew that she ate very little and did not have many favorite foods. When he heard that she was sick, he frowned slightly.
“Why did you go to the villa then?”
"What?"
“If she was sick, she should have gone home.”
“Ah, yes! Quite right.”
Blight's face lit up.
“I will send someone to the villa immediately to fetch the lady.”
“Bring it now”
Fever was a frightening illness for those as weak as Scarlett.
Victor's expression did not calm down.
He even forgot the cigarette he was smoking, and the ashes fell on the floor of the carriage, which unnerved Blight, who suffers from obsessive disorder.
***
Scarlett began suffering from a high fever before completing two months in the convent.
Sleeping on a stone floor with a single blanket, coupled with having to confess fabricated sins daily before the priest Delphio, was weakening her heart.
Fearing that she would die before she signed the divorce papers, Delfio panicked and had her removed from the convent immediately.
In the carriage that took her to the nearby Domfelt family villa, Scarlett could barely move her head.
Yesterday I heard a doctor say that tonight might be crucial because of her high temperature. But when she opened her eyes again, she seemed stronger than she expected, or perhaps the Domfelt family doctor was special.
When Gregory Domfelt noticed that she had woken up, he quickly approached and said to his secretary: “Hurry, help Scarlett up and give her a pen.”
Scarlett breathed heavily as Gregory's secretary forcibly lifted her up.
While she was staring at the pen he placed in her hand, Gregory presented a piece of paper in front of her and said: “This is a confidential document.”
“I will give you as much money as you want.”
Scarlett looked at the document, and Gregory continued: “This amount of money is enough for you and your brother to live comfortably throughout your lives.”
Her head was cloudy, but the fever had subsided slightly, so she could roughly understand the content.
While she was looking at the document tiredly, Gregory said: “Sign quickly. Come on.”
Scarlett looked at the document carefully, then signed with her thin hand, which had become emaciated during her stay in the convent. She began copying a letter attached to the document onto a sheet of paper bearing the Domfelt family crest.
[The doctor said it was a contagious disease. I don't want to infect you, so I'll stay at the villa. See you next month, my love]
After writing it, she exhausted her strength and fell onto the bed.
Scarlett looked with half-closed eyes at Gregory as he put the document in an envelope, then said: “Give me the divorce papers, too.”
Gregory's face, who had been worried all the time, brightened.
"truly?"
Scarlett closed her eyes, and Gregory kept asking her repeatedly if she was serious. When she opened her eyes again after the doctor's intervention, she found divorce papers next to her head.
***
Scarlett considered her fever a blessing from heaven.
For Gregory, who had intended to send her away without a single dime, this was certainly disappointing.
In the villa, thanks to the high-level treatment and good food for a month, his fever gradually began to subside.
Since her health began to improve, Scarlett has been busy repairing a clock that the maid, Candace, brought from the kitchen maid, Polly.
Whenever she felt miserable, she would focus on this new skill she had suddenly discovered, and she would feel much better.
As she was immersed in her room, meticulously grinding the gears into place, the clock began to run.
At that moment, someone knocked on the open door.
I turned around and found Andre Hamilton, the property manager.
“Ma’am, can you check these receipts?”
“Come in, come in.”
A young man, as tall as Victor, entered, his hair pulled back.
Since her marriage, Scarlett has been picking out Victor's things herf, and fixing what she doesn't like. She scanned a list of vases that would be placed in Victor's office in the spring, and carefully wrote down her notes next to them.
“For my husband’s birthday, he made sure to put multi-colored roses...”
Scarlett raised her head as she spoke, then laughed.
“Before, I used to look for a four-leaf clover and put it on top of his book for his birthday.”
“You were doing everything.”
“I thought he would like it.”
“Isn’t the person who finds the four-leaf clover the most excited? Be content with the joy of finding it.”
Scarlett looked at Andrei critically for his cold comment, then laughed.
“Okay, let's think like this.”
“But why are you writing this? Didn’t you always pick the flowers yourf?”
“Because I will get divorced”
“Really?”
Andrei responded indifferently, as if he didn't care.
After Scarlett finished writing the notes, she closed the papers, gathered her courage and asked: “I rented a place on Seventh Street to open a watch store. But I don’t know anything about business, so I need help.”
Andrei laughed sarcastically.
“So, you're trying to woo an elite like me, from such a huge company, to work in a startup shop with no future?”
“Yes”
“Well, why not?”
"What?"
Scarlett looked at him with wide eyes in amazement, while Andrei pointed to the watch she had fixed.
“You fixed that watch. A watch that no other watchmakers could fix.”
Andrei showed a rare tone of enthusiasm, and added: “Give me the address, I will move my things in advance.”
“Ah, there he is!”
Scarlett gave him a piece of paper on which she had previously written the address.
Andrey took it, put it in his pocket, bowed politely, and then left.
“Really? That easy?”
Scarlett muttered to herf in amazement, as if she were in a dream.