My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 52

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Chapter 52
“What?”
“It seems you would have preferred that situation to continue rather than ask me for help.”
Her words were not without merit.
Had Kalen not intervened, I could have witnessed something truly entertaining and brought calamity upon the Valentino Family to exact my revenge.
“How exactly have you been living at Valentino all this time?”
Kalen still could not believe what he had witnessed.
Kanna Adis, rolling in the dirt and beaten like a beast. She had accepted the violence with such familiarity.
Had she lived this way all along?
“Has Valentino treated you this way the entire duration of your stay? All this time?”
Kalen ran his hand through his hair roughly, his tone accusatory and incredulous.
“Why did you not tell me?”
“What would change if I did?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“What would change if I told you?”
Listening to him in silence was beginning to irritate me.
Kanna Adis muttered, thoroughly displeased.
“It was no different from how I lived at the Adis Family Estate.”
That was why Ju-hwa had never informed the House of Adis of such matters.
No—she had never even considered telling them. From the beginning, she had not regarded Adis as her ally.
‘Perhaps I should have gambled and spoken of it once, Ju-hwa. They might have acted for the sake of the Adis Family’s honor.’
Lee Ju-hwa, who had kept her silence throughout her married life. The thought of her drew an involuntary sigh.
“….”
Kalen’s words caught in his throat. Her words had struck him like a blow to the chest.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Ignored, oppressed, and occasionally beaten. Was that not how I lived at Adis?”
“Who struck you!”
“Your mother, Chloe.”
“…!”
“Your brother Orsini, when I was younger.”
Kalen’s face flushed a deep crimson.
Was it shame? Guilt? Or rage?
Perhaps he believed himself mocked by a sister as filthy as refuse.
Whatever it was, Kanna Adis did not care to dwell on it.
“And you.”
“I have never once….”
“Physical abuse is not the only form of violence, is it?”
She smiled faintly, her words dripping with mockery. Kalen’s face had gone pale.
“I am asking you not to speak of this to anyone else.”
“No. I cannot do that. I must inform Father of this….”
“Tell him?”
A snort escaped me unbidden.
“Tell him? Do you truly believe Father would do anything about it?”
“….”
“Don’t make me repeat myself. Nothing will change regardless. And this is my affair. I’m warning you—never meddle in my business again.”
Don’t you dare interfere with my vengeance as you did today.
I fixed him with such a glare before closing my lips firmly.
‘I’ve been cutting enough. He won’t speak to me now.’
I turned my body away completely, declaring my unwillingness to continue the conversation. Mercifully, Kalen remained silent afterward.
Then it happened.
The carriage lurched to an abrupt halt with the sound of a horse’s whinny. The violent stop nearly sent me tumbling forward, but Kalen caught me swiftly.
He shouted toward the Coachman.
“What is the meaning of this!”
“That is to say….”
My eyes widened as I peered through the window. A mounted figure was blocking the carriage’s path.
Silver hair gleaming brilliantly beneath the sunlight—that person was….
“Silvien Valentino?”
What was he doing here?
Kalen too had noticed his presence, and his face hardened.
He threw open the carriage door and stepped out. I awkwardly followed suit.
“What is the meaning of this, Duke Valentino?”
Silvien Valentino gazed down at us from atop his horse, then smiled faintly.
“I heard my wife was in this vicinity.”
What?
My brow furrowed involuntarily. His wife? Me?
Kalen reacted similarly, regarding Silvien Valentino with the coldness one reserves for the vilest of words.
“Your wife? Whom exactly are you referring to?”
“The lady standing behind you is my wife, are you not aware?”
This, this, madness….
Too stunned to form words, I watched as Silvien Valentino descended gracefully from his horse and approached slowly.
“Where were you taking my wife, pray tell?”
“…Your wife.”
Was it fury that caused it?
Kalen had grown eerily composed, more so than ever before.
“I was unaware that the Duke regarded my sister as his wife.”
At this, Silvien Valentino’s smile deepened subtly.
“And I was unaware that you regarded my wife as your sister.”
“Were you aware that Count Elester treats my sister like a slave?”
Kalen asked quietly, his voice so measured it seemed impossible he was angry.
“If the Duke possesses eyes, look upon my sister’s face. Your stepmother fashioned her into this.”
“Dear me. Your condition is certainly not good.”
Silvien Valentino furrowed his brows with feigned concern.
“I shall treat you myself, so please return to the Adis Estate.”
“No. My sister comes with me. I cannot leave her in that monster’s den any longer.”
What nonsense were they spouting?
I crossed my arms and watched them with utter bewilderment. I couldn’t fathom why these fools were acting this way.
Well, Kalen had certainly grown strange of late, so I could overlook that.
‘Silvien Valentino, what are you thinking?’
The man who left with nothing but a sleeping draught—why had he come to claim me now?
He wouldn’t care whether I existed or where I went.
“What is this about?”
Curiosity compelled me to ask. Kalen’s expression darkened at once.
“No, sister. Do not concern yourself with him….”
“Kalen Adis, be silent.”
In that instant, Kalen’s face clouded over.
He looked as though I had struck him across the cheek. His eyes held such betrayal that I was left flabbergasted.
What was that expression supposed to mean?
Had he truly expected me to take his side?
‘He really is strange.’
I regarded him coldly, then stepped forward.
“I asked what this is about, Your Grace.”
Silvien Valentino, who had been observing them with amusement, finally spoke.
“Do you remember last night?”
Last night? The night I attacked with a sleeping draught and failed, only to fall asleep myself?
Silvien Valentino smiled ambiguously and whispered.
“It seems you remember everything.”
“Of course I do.”
“How fortunate. Last night, Kanna fell into such a deep sleep that I merely wished to inquire about it.”
I didn’t fall asleep—you knocked me unconscious.
‘He’s doing this deliberately, isn’t he?’
His roundabout manner of speaking was rife with misunderstanding. And strangely, Kalen’s mood seemed to have soured considerably at those words.
“If possible, I would like to discuss what transpired last night. The gift you gave me, for instance.”
“…A gift?”
“Last night, something precious that Kanna gave to me.”
He was referring to the sleeping draught.
But why did he speak of it in such a roundabout manner, making it sound so suggestive? I could not fathom Silvien Valentino’s true intentions.
‘Does Kalen not need to know?’
Was it better to pretend we had spent a passionate night together as husband and wife rather than speak of the sleeping draught?
“What benefit would I gain from following Your Grace?”
“At the very least, it would do you no harm.”
“…What are you saying?”
Silvien Valentino bowed at the waist, his voice dropping to a whisper.
“What Miss Kanna Adis did last night—I can turn it into a problem whenever I wish.”
“….”
“Ah. Surely you didn’t know?”
I glared at him. How dare he make such a vile threat with that elegant face!
‘Insufferable bastard.’
Yet he was right.
“Fine.”
“Shall we go then?”
As I moved to follow Silvien Valentino.
“…?”
Kalen Adis seized my arm. I shot him an irritated glare.
“What?”
“….”
He said nothing.
Rather, it seemed as though his words had been completely stolen away.
His face bore an expression of confusion, as if even he didn’t understand what he was doing. Yet the grip on my arm remained unyielding.
That contradiction was deeply unsettling.
In this moment, Kalen appeared incapable of understanding or controlling himself.
“Kalen, let go, would you?”
“….”
“Why are you like this? If you have something to say, say it quickly.”
His lips trembled as if he meant to speak, yet ultimately no words came.
“Let go, Kalen.”
Slowly, the strength drained from his grasp.
I wrenched my arm free roughly and followed Silvien Valentino.
‘Strange man. What on earth is wrong with him?’

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