Resetting Lady - Chapter 139

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Why didn’t they speak? Why didn’t they speak in time? Why are these idiots in our house? And Isella is now.

“What are you doing right now?”

When Verdick came to his senses at his wife’s cold voice, Isella’s maid had collapsed, crouched over clutching her stomach. Foam was coming from her mouth. Verdick kicked once more with his throbbing boot.

“Kyaaaah!”

“Evans!”

Anger could be done slowly. Verdick drew in a grinding breath.

On the first day, worry and anger arose simultaneously.

On the second day, he couldn’t do anything all day.

From the third day, Verdick began deploying people. Nothing could be trusted.

Where could Isella have gone.

Verdick deployed people and at the same time waited. Isella was Verdick Evans’s daughter. There were many people who held grudges against Verdick. But at the same time, Verdick also possessed many things. Verdick expected that whoever had taken Isella would contact him in some way.

Compensation or revenge.

Verdick first prepared a considerable amount of cash. Though it was the first time Isella, Verdick’s daughter, had been kidnapped, Verdick had seen such cases many times.

Because people like Verdick were good at making enemies.

People like Verdick always had to pay attention to their security. For them, a wandering people, only cash and jewels were weapons that could protect them. They hated the countless people who kidnapped families, kidnapped friends, pressured with law, and seized property.

Whoever had taken Isella, he would receive blood money along with money.

Verdick swore.

But no contact came.

Verdick waited.

There was no way contact wouldn’t come. The wealth Verdick possessed was by no means a scale that could be ignored. And Isella was Verdick’s only daughter. All of Verdick’s wealth would be inherited by Isella. That couldn’t be.

Verdick waited. He believed and waited. It was faith in human desire. Verdick’s wealth was never, never.

But no contact came. Verdick had Isella’s room door locked with bloodshot eyes. No contact for a month meant there was no room for further negotiation. Verdick deployed even more people.

And when he could wait no longer, he began moving directly. But no matter how much he moved, he couldn’t find Isella.

If they didn’t want money, it must be revenge.

At some point, Verdick began waiting for Isella’s corpse. If someone held a grudge, they would want that. They would want to see him suffer. Most people with vengeance are like that.

But contact came from nowhere, really nowhere. No, there were many contacts. But they were all lies from those after money. No contact came from the real culprit. There was no real evidence.

As he began wasting manpower, money, and time to find Isella, Verdick’s business also began to shrink. Businesses that Verdick didn’t handle directly began showing sloppy corners and started collapsing, and there were strangely many accidents. Mine explosion accidents also began increasing, and competitors in the same industry kept growing. Verdick stopped many businesses to reduce losses.

And Verdick spent three months searching for his daughter, and now he was about to give up even that.

He had done enough. Now it was time to give up. Verdick thought so while looking at his daughter’s closed door. Verdick recognized himself more strongly as a businessman than as a father. His identity was more suited to a dog chasing money. He had done enough for Isella. What couldn’t be done was something that couldn’t be helped.

“…This came for you.”

But the item his wife handed him. Verdick looked at the package and couldn’t open his mouth for a long time. He had to open it. He had to check. But he absolutely couldn’t open it.

The package was addressed to Isella Evans.

Why, now of all times.

A short period if short, a long period if long. For five months, Verdick had lived through maddening times. It took that much time for Verdick to grieve, rage, and resign himself. But it was an item that arrived as if it had been waiting for the very moment when Verdick was trying to accept reality.

What would they want. What kind of thing would they want.

Verdick opened the package with trembling hands.

“…”

And inside was hair.

Slightly disheveled lemon-colored hair exactly the same as Isella’s hair color.

And there was nothing else besides that.

Verdick traced back that package. Packages inevitably left documents. The culprit had sent it through several twists, but spending money eventually revealed connected people. All packages and letters gathered in the central region before being resent, and Verdick had to visit the nobility of that region to investigate further.

Ironically, it was the estate where the older brother of Raymond Seyertes, Isella’s former fiancé, resided.

“…Strange.”

Verdick rested his chin and looked down at the map. Was this all coincidence? Lord Seyertes had a somewhat uncomfortable relationship with him. Because his younger brother had been in an engagement relationship with his daughter.

Of course, there was no direct evidence. The package had just passed through there. But Verdick felt an uncomfortable sensation. That sensation was intuition that had helped him more appropriately than reason for a long time.

And Verdick felt that uncomfortable sensation grow stronger when he saw the red-haired woman.

“You’re Karen Hyer, aren’t you?”

* * *

It was fortunate that Karen was turned around. If Verdick had seen Karen’s face at that moment, he would have read countless things from that face.

“I think you’ve… mistaken me for someone else.”

“No, I think I’m right.”

“Didn’t you come as Lord Hyer’s representative a few months ago to break the contract? Looking at your face, I think I’m right.”

Verdick was firm. Which would be better? Karen hadn’t expected him to remember a single meeting, and a brief one at that during a hectic time. Though her face was one that was hard to forget once seen. Karen racked her brain. What to do?

‘Yes, I’m Karen Hyer. Hello, Mr. Verdick. Have you found your daughter in the meantime? Oh my, I’ll express my regret that you haven’t found her.’ Should she speak like this?

No lies. Before Verdick’s sensitivity, it might be better to just speak honestly. The more lies told, the more flaws would be revealed. And Karen could easily imagine her head rolling on the floor the moment she saw Verdick’s face.

‘Raymond seems to have done something to Isella somehow.’

That was the problem. Karen thought of the fingernail she had discovered. Isella and Verdick were enemies of Karen and Raymond. When Karen imagined Raymond killing or torturing someone, she first thought of Verdick and Isella. It was a natural assumption that the owner of that fingernail might be Isella.

If Verdick knew that fact, Karen, Raymond’s fiancée, would die again this time.

The current Karen had no bad blood with Verdick. For now. That was the problem. Just because there was no bad blood with Verdick now, could it be guaranteed there would be none in the future? No. Karen remembered his face as he struck her neck over and over. He had killed Karen many times.

She and he were destined to be enemies no matter how she thought about it. Even if she got through this time somehow, she didn’t know when the story would return to the original bad blood.

“Why are you here?”

Raymond and I are in that kind of relationship.

Karen couldn’t bring herself to say it. If she confessed the relationship between Raymond and Karen, what came after would be the problem. Raymond was the man Verdick had given to Isella. Since the relationship between Raymond and Isella had ended, it was easy to predict that sparks would fly to Karen, Raymond’s fiancée, afterward.

Would she die like this this time?

Karen felt her head beginning to ache. There were things that couldn’t be avoided no matter how much one tried to avoid them. But this time, so many things had changed and miracle-like events had occurred, so she thought this too would change. It was actually changing little by little. But Karen thought that perhaps the same life might repeat again this time.

“…I.”

Karen licked her lips slightly.

“I… I’m working at the manor.”

“You’re not of a class to do such work.”

No, I’ve done a lot of it. Karen recalled the various tasks Verdick had made her do. But those weren’t ordinary tasks.

Karen made up her mind.

“I… I don’t really… understand what you’re saying, sir. My work is…”

“Aren’t you Karen Hyer?”

“I… I don’t know you. So I… my name is…”

“So, I’m not asking your name?”

“Sob…”

Karen whimpered.

Verdick had an annoyed expression while watching Karen act like an idiot. But she had to do this.

“I… ugh… sob…”

“…Hah.”

She could even hear him quietly muttering the curse “crazy.” It might sound absurd, but this was the best option. Verdick didn’t have any evidence right now. Also, Karen wasn’t an immediately important figure to Verdick. She had to coordinate with Raymond first.

Karen sniffled for a while before saying.

“Mr. Raymond is at the manor right now… would you like to meet him?”

“…Fine. Let’s do that.”

Verdick nodded with a somewhat disgusted expression.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————