The Villainess Will Leave Without Any Regrets

Enoch, as discussed with Abella, prevented Amerigo’s other relatives from exercising Amerigo’s name anymore.

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From their point of view, the money line had disappeared.

“Sigh.
That cursed woman.”

“I mean, do you know how humiliated I was a while ago? Oh, I can’t believe I can no longer put a credit in Amerigo’s name.
Standing in front of the ladies… How much does a restaurant cost?”

“Count Gilmus.
Will you really stay like this? Show me who the family’s biggest adult is.
We can’t lose our rights to such a wicked woman.
Right?”

Count Gilmus frowned lightly at the nobles’ temper.

Certainly, Timur had been a mess since Abella came.

People pointed to Amerigo as the “Devil’s Lair,” and said that Abella who had tormented her father would soon torment Amerigo.

Amerigo’s prestige had fallen to the floor.

Was that all?

“…….To be honest, uncle.
Wouldn’t you be in trouble? Illiana is getting married this year right? You’ll have to take care of the dowry.”

“That’s it? Uncle, what about the new store that will open next year? You signed a new contract on Dolores Street.”

“Right! Count Gilmus, you are building a new stone statue.
So……….”

“Be quiet.
Everybody.”

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Count Gilmus roared.

The white-haired Count Gilmus’ beard trembled.

‘I’ll protect my pride even if I die soon.’

People clicked their tongues.

Among them was Volot, who had been humiliated by Abella.

He came to Count Gilmus, wondering if he could pull anything out of Amerigo.

“……Then Count Gilmus.”

Volot finally opened his mouth.

“Why don’t you go after Mrs.
Amerigo, not the wicked woman? Wouldn’t Mrs.
Amerigo be better than that girl who can’t understand words?”

“Mrs.
Amerigo…?”

“Yes.
Mrs.
Amerigo always had the flexibility to listen to us.”

Volot’s expression became dark.

Abella was an insane girl who didn’t know the subject and still thought that Timur was the old Timur.

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The Amerigo before Abella left and what it was now was different.
During the eight years Abella was away, the scarlet letters on her became darker, and people were reluctant to be involved with her.

‘Who’s going to marry a woman like her?’

Of course, she didn’t go through the formal separation proceedings with the Duke of Sirius.
But, wasn’t that a matter of time?

Was there any reason for the Duke of Sirius, who was loved by all girls of Timur, to marry a wicked woman?

Even now, the young ladies would line up for him.

‘Then, you’ll grow old and die alone.’

Volot’s cheeks were hot because of the embarrassment that he had experienced in the dining room.
It was the first time in his life where he had faced such a disgrace.

Volot took a deep breath and calmed his mind.

While he brooded, the others who were fuelled by their greed on Amerigo’s possessions mused on his offer.

Mrs.
Amerigo.

Lorelia Amerigo.

And…

Amerigo’s shame.

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Lorelia, a rural woman born from the daughter of a poor peasant, was the one who became the Duchess of Amerigo.

People still called Amerigo’s wife a hillbilly from behind.

“……Actually, all that happened in Amerigo is because of Mrs.
Amerigo.
Isn’t it obvious that hillbilly has clouded Amerigo’s water?”

“Right.
That’s what happened because the hillbilly gave birth to the devil on Skellus’ Day.”

“…..She should have been expelled from Amerigo on the day she gave birth to the devil….”

“If only your brother didn’t object to it…”

Count Gilmus, who was listening to the story, swept his beard with his hand.

It made sense.

At that time, Mrs.
Amerigo had properly raised Abella thanks to the proper instructions.
If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have raised the dangerous thing as a thunderbolt.

Then, the Duke Amerigo wouldn’t have ended with death.

“Hmm ….”

“Uncle?”

“Count Gilmus?”

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“…Not a bad idea.”

Besides, it was a noble and elegant way.

It wouldn’t be bad for others to see.

People were currently giving generous comments to the poor Mrs.
Amerigo, who lost her son.

“Then who will go?”

At Count Gilmus’ question, people glanced at each other’s faces.

Since they had been kicked out like that, no one wanted to go back to Amerigo.

Volot said with a sigh.

“You can call that hillbilly here.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Gilmus, the owner of the mansion where they gathered, gave permission.

Finally, he found a target of his anger.

Lorelia, the hillbilly.

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