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His skin was fair, with round eyes that gleamed with an innocent brightness and a bright gaze. When Violet entered, dressed in all black, his eyes showed a hint of surprise, making him seem utterly innocent.
For a moment, Violet even wondered if she had the wrong person. It wasn’t until one of his concubines shrieked his name that she realized this was indeed Douglas, the man who had used his daughter for his own gain.
Still, she asked, “Are you Douglas Whitley?”
At the sight of the gleaming sword in her hand, Douglas’ expression shifted to fear.
“Guards! There’s an assassin!” he screamed.
Violet wasted no time. She kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground. She leaped into the air, her foot landing with a sickening snap on his lower leg.
His cries echoed through the room, loud and desperate. As she stomped on his back, her heel digging into his spine, she could hear the bones break, the sound bringing her a twisted sense of satisfaction. The concubine huddled in terror, trembling on the bed. The guards outside? Already dealt with.
No one would come.
Violet’s assault was brutal. She targeted his mbs, his back, and then, to finish, she struck his innocent looking face over and over, landing more than a dozen slaps. Blood poured from his mouth, and soon, he was dizzy and unconscious.
Only then did Violet give him one final, contemptuous kick to the head before turning and walking away.
The next day, both the Garrison Unit and the Capital Guard learned of the incident. It was said that an assassin had broken into Douglas’ home, severely injuring him to the point where he was vomiting blood and nearly died. The physician said that with injuries like his, he would likely end up as a bedridden, drooling mess for the rest of his life, unable to do anything except stay in bed to eat, drink, and take care of other basic needs. Naturally, both the Garrison Unit and the Capital Guard did everything they could to track down the assassin. In the king’s domain, to commit such an audacious act against a government official was downright brazen. After some investigation, Sophie uncovered a witness who revealed that a martial artist had come to the capital. Knowing that Douglas had once caused his sister’s death, the martial artist had snuck in and beaten him senseless in a fit of rage.
Further investigation revealed that the rumors surrounding Karen’s defilement were entirely false. She had remained pure, but Douglas believed the rumors and cast her out when he thought she had lost her innocence. Betrayed by her father’s lack of trust and wounded by the rumors, Karen had taken her own life by jumping into the river. She had already passed away, and Skye Embroidery had taken care of her burial arrangements. At least, that was the official story spread throughout the capital.
When people heard that version of events, they were outraged at Douglas, and many praised the martial artist who had taken justice into his own hands. A crowd began gathering at Karen’s grave, offering flowers in her memory, hoping she would be reborn into a better life.
In fact, the grave was a ceremonial one for Karen, where she buried the clothes she had worn when trying to take her life. Alana and Leah had helped her make it, marking the end of her 17 years of life.
Violet had given her a new name-Soraya.
Now, she sat in a carriage with Sophie and Violet, watching as the townsfolk gathered at her grave, offering prayers and flowers. Listening to their heartfelt wishes, Soraya’s eyes welled with tears.
She leaned on Violet’s shoulder, crying softly. “No one has ever cared for me like this. If I ever think of dying again, I would be betraying all the sacrifices you made for me, betraying your kindness. Rest assured, I will live my life well, Your Grace, Ms. Spencer.” Violet’s eyes were also red-rimmed. She was different from Sophie. She just acted on impulse, not knowing if what she did had any meaning. Even Skye Embroidery was something she had taken on because Sophie had insisted it was necessary.
But now, seeing Soraya given a second chance at life, Violet truly felt the purpose of her actions. She had found her own sense of worth.
After sending Soraya back to the workshop, Sophie had one more task to handle the person responsible for spreading the rumors in the first place.
She had already identified the culprit as the deputy steward at Crystal Springs. This man was known for selling gossip for profit. Since Crystal Springs catered to high-ranking guests, the information that leaked from there held weight.
However, Sophie didn’t deal with the matter herself, Instead, she informed Nathaniel and left him to. take care of it. Though outwardly refined, Nathaniel was ruthless when it came to handling such matters. He had the man’s tongue ripped out and his arms broken before casting him out.
There were all sorts of tasks piling up, and before they knew it, May and June had slipped through their fingers. The summer heat of July was unbearable. The capital felt like it had become a giant furnace, sweltering in the oppressive air.
On the third day of July, Yuvan came to visit Hell Monarch Estate. He was preparing to return to Valken soon, and had come to say his farewells Since Rafael and Sophie had visited Edgeview Estate previously, the t two families had some familiarity, SO Rafael did not turn them away. He welcomed Yuvan and his family into their home.
Yuvan had been back in the capital for over a year now. He had hoped to arrange marriages for his children, but had been unable to make any progress. Now, he was so overwhelmed with one thing after another that he couldn’t keep up with everything. He arrived bearing many gifts, most of which were for Violet.
In the unbearably hot weather, he was dressed in a tight-fitting tunic with a brocade design, featuring intricate gold thread embroidery in the pattern of a serpent. His face was lightly powdered, and his clothes were infused with a strong scent. As Yuvan sat down, Rafael couldn’t stop sneezing. In the end, he had someone light a cherry wood-scented candle, hoping to mask the overpowering fragrance of his uncle’s garments.
Molly asked Violet to stay by her side, and Yuvan’s gaze lingered on her, almost too intense to ignore. Despite Violet’s obvious impatience, Yuvan continued making small talk. He mentioned his plans to visit the Spencer family on his way back to Valken, and asked if she would accompany him.
Violet bluntly replied, “No.”
Yuvan didn’t feel awkward at all. Instead, he let out a low chuckle.
“If you’re not coming along, would you like me to bring a letter or gift back to your father?” he asked.
Violet thought for a moment, feeling a twinge of guilt. She hadn’t been able to go back and spend time with her father. Maybe writing him a letter and asking him to send her some money would make up for it-spending his money would be one way to honor him.
“Alright, I’ll write a letter. Please wait for a while,” she said.
“There’s no need to rush, my dear cousin-in-law. You can write it tomorrow and send it to me then. We won’t be leaving for a few days. Why don’t you stay and chat with your cousin for a bit longer?” Yuvan responded with a smile.
Sophie’s eyes flickered with a cold glint.
Was Yuvan still not giving up?
Violet turned to smile at Yuvan, unaware of how mischievous her expression was. “Alright then.”
Sophie shot her a glare.
What was she up to now?
Violet ignored her friend’s warning gaze. She didn’t meet Sophie’s eyes, treating the unspoken rebuke as though she hadn’t noticed.
Rafael observed Yuvan’s persistent gaze on Violet’s face, feeling a surge of disgust. It seemed the man wouldn’t back off until he hit a wall. He was still hoping to charm Violet in order to gain favor with the Spencer family and manipulate them. And from the looks of it, he had his own selfish desires too.
Yuvan was truly a despicable man.
Rafael held nothing but contempt for him and had no intention of inviting the man to stay for a meal. His rare day off was already being wasted hosting this family, and he was more than ready for them to leave.
“When do you plan to depart for Valken, Uncle Yuvan?” Rafael asked.
“We’ll be leaving in three days. I’ve already informed His Majesty,” Yuvan replied, sounding relieved.
He had been reluctant to leave the capital, afraid that Salvador would refuse. But to his surprise, the king had agreed when he asked.
Rafael smiled. “I’ll be busy with things, so I won’t be able to see you off. But I wish you a safe journey.”
Yuvan waved his hand dismissively. “No need to send me off. If you’re free, you can visit Valken sometime.” “I’ll definitely make the trip,” Rafael responded without hesitation.
Once the unpleasant family had left, Sophie grabbed Violet by her ponytail and led her back to the side hall.
“I see you have some opinions,” Sophie said, folding her arms across her chest, her eyes fixed on her friend.
Violet gave a mischievous grin. “None at all! I’m just doing what needs to be done. Don’t I need your approval? Without it, I won’t be going.”
“You’re not going,” Sophie said firmly, her voice serious. “Raf has been investigating them for so long yet we still can’t locate where they ve hidden their suicide soldiers. Their mansion is full of skilled fighters, all disguised as maids and servants. It’s too risky for you to go alone.”
“Of course! Why would I go there? That place reeks of bad luck!” Violet said, shaking her head vigorously.
“If you go, we’re done. Consider our friendship over,” Sophie warned sternly.