She Became My Friend’s Mother-In-Law - Chapter 123

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Chapter 123. A Man Who Lost Everything (2)
“You bastards! Trying to steal my money! You’re all liars!”
Evan’s bloodshot eyes blazed with fury.
“Money! Where is my money!”
“Ahhh!”
Evan shoved the housekeepers aside roughly.
Then he began tearing through the room like a madman.
Under the bed. Inside the wardrobe. Drawers. Beneath the sofa.
He hurled everything he could find, overturning furniture in his wake.
But the bag was nowhere to be found.
“No, it can’t be…”
Evan muttered, desperately denying reality.
Yet deep in his chest, he already knew the truth.
Katarina had vanished with the money.
“Aaaahhh!”
Evan clutched his head and let out a primal scream.
Then he suddenly snapped his head up.
“You all! You’re in on this with that woman, aren’t you!”
“Ahhh! What are you doing!”
“Where is she! Where is that woman!”
Evan lunged at them savagely.
The housekeepers shrieked and fled to the other side.
The commotion echoing through the corridor brought hotel security rushing over in alarm.
“H-here!”
The housekeeper cried out in terror.
“There’s a madman! Please come quickly!”
“What? A madman?”
Evan glared at the woman pointing at him with an incredulous expression.
“Do you know who I am! How dare you wag your tongue at me!”
His face flushed crimson and purple as Evan bounced on his feet.
But the security guard paid him no mind and approached him.
“I’m afraid you’ll need to leave now.”
“What, what?”
Evan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“I’m a paying guest here! Is this how you treat your customers?”
“A customer, you say.”
The guard let out a derisive snort.
Clearly this was not someone worth reasoning with, so he said nothing more.
Instead, he simply nodded quietly.
“What, what are you doing! Hey! You!”
The burly staff members rushed at Evan all at once.
I twisted my body fiercely, resisting with all my might.
“Let go! Release me, you bastards!”
No matter how much I struggled, it was futile.
Both my arms and legs were already seized, my body suspended in the air.
“Uaaaagh!”
I screamed at the top of my lungs.
But the guards paid no heed and dragged me outside.
The commotion was so great that everyone’s eyes turned toward this spectacle.
And then.
Thud!
I was hurled straight out through the front gates of the Seymour Hotel.
“Ow!”
Landing hard on my rear end, I cried out in pain.
And of all places, it was a puddle of muddy water.
My fine coat and trousers were instantly caked in mud.
“How… how can you treat a person like this!”
I shouted, covered in the filthy water.
But the guards simply dusted off their hands and turned away.
“Tch, we really caught a troublemaker today.”
“Come on, let’s go back inside. He’s not worth any more of our time.”
They left nothing but sneers as they returned into the hotel.
The door slammed shut with a bang.
I sat there in a daze for a long while.
The mud continued to soil my clothes.
Dirt streaked down my cheeks.
Yet I couldn’t even bring myself to wipe it away.
‘What is this…’
Just hours ago.
I had been sipping wine in the VIP Seats of the Theater.
Everyone I encountered treated me like nobility.
And yet.
How could my circumstances reverse so completely in an instant?
“Ha, haha…”
I laughed hollowly.
Passersby noticed me and began to whisper.
“My, that person…”
“Was he thrown out from there?”
“His face looks familiar somehow.”
People began to stop in their tracks one by one.
Someone even craned their neck shamelessly to gawk at Evan.
One of the onlookers let out a snicker.
“Oh, that’s right.”
A man spoke to the woman beside him.
“That’s him. The Young Duke of Hays.”
“My goodness, the one whose wife is a murderer?”
Evan’s face hardened in an instant.
“…What?”
But the whispers did not cease.
People stopped in their tracks and scrutinized him more openly.
“That’s him, definitely.”
“But why is the Young Duke wallowing in this filth at this hour?”
“My, you haven’t heard yet? I learned at a tea gathering recently that he’s already been disowned by the Ducal House.”
“Haha, really? He was putting on such airs all this time—how fitting.”
Mockery scattered above his head.
Evan’s lips trembled violently.
With mud-soaked hands, he wiped his face roughly.
‘…Damn it.’
He clenched his teeth.
‘Damn it! Damn it!’
He wanted to clench his fists and hurl curses at the heavens right then and there.
But causing a scene now would only make him a bigger laughingstock.
Evan staggered to his feet.
Muddy water dripped from his wet clothes.
‘I’ll go to Hays.’
Evan’s eyes gleamed with sudden resolve.
Even if I’ve been disowned.
I’m still connected by blood to the Duke of Hays, am I not?
And my son, Jeremy, was still there.
Cecilia seemed utterly smitten with Jeremy.
If I used the child as leverage, the Ducal House wouldn’t be able to completely cast me aside.
‘That’s right, it’s not over yet.’
Evan staggered forward with unsteady steps.
People whispered and moved out of his way.
But he paid them no mind.
Only one thing remained in Evan’s mind now.
The Hays Ducal House.
It was his last hope.
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However.
“Go back.”
Even at the Hays Ducal House, my last thread of hope, the answer was the same.
Rainer’s demeanor was utterly frigid.
“…What?”
Evan, who had been prostrating himself on the floor with his forehead pressed against the ground, lifted his head.
Rainer stood there in a black coat, gazing down at me with unhurried composure.
“Did you not hear me? I said go back.”
Rainer’s eyes narrowed as he observed Evan’s vacant expression.
There was not a shred of goodwill in that gaze.
“Did you not already renounce your relationship with House of Hays and all your rights with your own hands?”
“That, that is….”
Evan stammered.
His hair, yellowed and matted with dried mud,
and the earth clinging to his skin only accentuated his pathetic appearance.
“That was… just a moment of anger.”
Evan hastily made excuses.
“Don’t people make such mistakes in the course of living?”
“A mistake?”
Rainer twisted his lips into a smile and tilted his head.
Then he held up a document between his thumb and forefinger.
It was the disownment notice that Evan had eagerly signed with his own hand not long ago.
“Since you conduct business yourself, you should understand.”
Rainer waved the document lightly.
“That a signature left on an official document cannot be dismissed as merely a ‘mistake.'”
“But, but….”
Evan’s mouth gaped open.
Yet since it was he himself who had signed that document directly,
he could not bring himself to say anything.
It was then.
“Rainer, I’m coming in.”
The door opened and Cecilia’s voice was heard.
Evan’s eyes flew wide open.
“Ce, Cecilia!”
He cried out urgently.
“Listen to me! I’ve been wronged!”
“…!”
The moment the door opened, Evan crawled forward desperately.
Cecilia frowned,
but he had no time to heed such things.
Evan reached out to grasp the hem of her garment.
In that instant.
Crack!
“Ahhh!”
A black shoe lashed out brutally against his arm.
Evan shrieked in agony and tumbled across the floor.
“How dare you.”
Rainer stepped forward, blocking his path.
The leisurely gleam that had lingered in his eyes moments before had vanished entirely.
His gaze burned with undisguised contempt.
“Don’t you dare lay a hand on my woman.”
“Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much! I’m dying!”
Evan clutched his arm, whimpering dramatically.
Watching his pathetic display, Cecilia shook her head in disgust.
She folded her arms and looked down at him.
“Evan.”
At that single word.
Evan stopped his wailing as if he’d been waiting for it, lifting his head.
His face was caked with mud, tears and snot streaking across it.
The pathetic sight of him glancing up from such a state was truly pitiful.
And yet he still dared to harbor expectations—it was infuriating.
“Listen carefully.”
Cecilia opened her mouth slowly.
To Evan, who even now blamed others and wallowed in self-pity.
There were words she simply had to say.

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