She Became My Friend’s Mother-In-Law - Chapter 94
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Chapter 94. A New Conspiracy
“Get the hell out of here right now!”
Count Osburn’s roar echoed through the drawing room.
In front of him, a man in shabby clothes was prostrated flat on the floor.
It was the merchant who had lent money to the Count not long ago.
“Count, sir, didn’t you promise? That you would repay the 1,000 crowns you borrowed by today.”
“Ah, well. I told you I don’t have it!”
The Count threw a tantrum.
“How am I supposed to give you what I don’t have?”
“Please, Count! Without that money, our shop will—”
But the merchant’s plea couldn’t continue to the end.
“You don’t understand words! For guys like you, this is the medicine!”
“Aaaaah!”
Count Osburn’s cane sliced through the air.
Soon the merchant screamed and rolled on the floor.
To be treated like this after lending money.
It was absolutely outrageous.
“Oh my, Father. Why is it so noisy?”
Just then, Rosena, who had come to visit her maternal home, entered.
She glanced down at the man collapsed on the floor.
Her face contorted as if she had seen an unpleasant scene.
“What are you doing so disgustingly in someone else’s drawing room.”
“Oh my, dear.”
The Count quickly changed his expression.
He waddled over and put his arm around Rosena’s shoulder.
“Sorry about that. For making you see something unnecessary. Simon! Hurry up and clean this guy out!”
“Yes.”
At the Count’s words, a man standing nearby stepped forward.
He was a man with a thick beard and a muscular, sturdy build.
Simon soon lifted the merchant and took him outside.
“Simon? Who is that person?”
“Ah, he’s a servant I hired recently.”
The Count spoke with satisfaction.
“He’s strong and very useful.”
Especially useful for driving away people who came to collect borrowed money.
“Well, anyway. Rosena, what brings you here today? Has your confinement been lifted?”
“Confinement, whatever.”
Rosena shrugged indifferently.
“It doesn’t matter. That old fox, the Dowager Duchess, can’t move from her room anyway.”
“What?”
The Count’s eyes widened.
He never expected such blatant hostility toward the Dowager Duchess to flow from his daughter’s mouth.
“Dear, did something happen at that house?”
“It’s more than just something.”
After Rosena glanced around once,
She leaned toward her father.
“That crazy woman, the Dowager Duchess, is trying to steal our Jeremy.”
“What, what? The Dowager Duchess?”
“Shh, Father. Lower your voice.”
Count Osburn looked dumbfounded.
“No, explain clearly what you’re talking about.”
“Elise Hays is trying to abandon me and Evan.”
Rosena ground her teeth.
Next week, Evan would finish his labor sentence and return.
But even if he returned, would Elise be happy about it?
‘It would be fortunate if she doesn’t kill him.’
Of course, she had no intention of letting Elise have her way.
Evan naturally had to become the Duke.
And she had to become the Duchess by his side.
“So, Father.”
Rosena looked straight at Count Osburn.
“How much is left of the inheritance Count Panning left behind?”
“What? Panning?”
The Count stiffened with a start.
Wasn’t he the friend he had personally eliminated with his own hands 12 years ago?
He never expected to hear that name from his daughter’s mouth when he had tried never to think of it again.
Displeasure rose on the Count’s face.
“No, Rosena. Why are you bringing up that bastard?”
“I’m asking because it’s all necessary. So is there anything left?”
“Ha.”
The Count snorted.
“If there was any left, would this father have been going around borrowing money from such merchants?”
12 years ago, he had seized his friend’s entire fortune under the pretense of being Cecilia’s guardian.
But due to Count Osburn’s successive business failures and his wife’s extravagance,
The enormous fortune scattered like grains of sand in less than 10 years.
Hearing this, Rosena frowned.
“What, so there’s not a penny left of Cecilia’s share?”
“Cecilia?”
The Count’s face became even more distorted.
“Give money to that insolent thing? Just thinking about the humiliation this father suffered because of that thing makes my teeth chatter even in my sleep!”
He recalled the day he was misunderstood for hitting Cecilia in front of reporters.
The Count unconsciously ground his teeth.
Of course, he did hit that girl often normally.
But he didn’t hit her in the drawing room that day!
Being accused like that was utterly unfair.
“Even if I had money, I couldn’t give that girl a single penny. Do you understand?”
“Oh my, how frustrating.”
Rosena glared at her father with irritated eyes.
“Father, we need to choose the right side now.”
“Side?”
“Yes, we need that girl Cecilia to drive out the Dowager Duchess.”
“Even so, why must it be that girl—”
“Father, don’t worry too much.”
Rosena’s eyes sank coldly.
“Once everything is over, that girl Cecilia will also be gone in an instant.”
She smiled while making a gesture of slitting her throat with her hand.
It wasn’t just talk.
After driving out the Dowager Duchess,
Rosena’s next target was Rainer.
She planned to persistently dig into the secret of his birth and torment him.
‘Either die or step down from the ducal title. I’ll make him choose one of the two.’
Naturally, Cecilia would have no choice but to step back as well.
Then if Evan ascended to the vacant ducal position, everything would be over.
‘If father killed Count and Countess Panning…’
The corner of Rosena’s mouth twisted upward.
‘Then I just need to kill the Duke and Duchess of Hays.’
It was perfect inheritance.
Rosena was immersed in the satisfaction of feeling like she was controlling and shaking this entire game.
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The next day.
Cecilia was still sitting blankly in her room.
On the table, the evidence Michel had given her, letters from the information broker,
And other important materials were scattered messily.
But none of it registered in her eyes.
“…”
This wasn’t the time to be sitting still like this.
She clearly knew that in her head.
But memories of that night kept popping up constantly.
Her vision blurred by alcohol, the face and breath that had drawn close.
And the all-too-vivid sensation that had touched her lips.
Cecilia unconsciously touched her lips with her fingers.
‘Did I… really make the first move?’
No matter how much she tried to deny it.
The memories that had already surfaced wouldn’t easily disappear.
She couldn’t bear to face Rainer in this state.
Cecilia was trying hard to hide her embarrassment while avoiding Rainer.
‘Sigh, this isn’t the time for this.’
Hadn’t she been the one to boldly write in the contract
That they wouldn’t develop feelings for each other?
Yet here she was, fretting like a fool.
The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous she felt.
‘Right, Cecilia. Get it together. Are you planning to mess things up here?’
She slapped both her cheeks with her hands as if making a resolution.
Knock knock.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Could it be Rainer? Her heart sank for a moment, but.
“Lia, can we talk for a moment?”
It was Rosena who poked her head through the door crack.
For just a brief moment, disappointment flashed through her, but.
‘…Lia?’
Using a nickname she had absolutely never used before.
Rosena definitely had some ulterior motive.
Cecilia’s gaze calmly settled.
She organized the important documents on the table and put them in the desk drawer.
After carefully checking, she called out toward the doorway.
“Of course. Come in.”
Rosena looked around briefly to see if anyone was nearby, then slipped inside.
“Lia, there’s something I really want to show you.”
“To me?”
“Yes.”
Rosena smiled meaningfully and pulled out a small box from inside her clothes.
She even opened the lid and held it out to Cecilia.
Inside, there was a soot-stained amethyst brooch and a folded parchment.
“This is…”
“Evidence that grandmother murdered the Duke’s birth mother.”
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