Battle Divorce! - Chapter 17
“What? What are you talking about…?”
“S*x.”
When the former Grand Duchess stared at him in disbelief, Maxim didn’t hesitate to spell it out.
“Hack, cough, cough!”
Daisy choked so hard her face turned red at his blunt answer.
“Issy, are you alright?”
“I-I’m fine…”
“There’s no need to rush. Take your time, chew slowly.”
He was the one causing the problem, and yet Maxim sat beside her fussing over her like nothing had happened, pouring her a glass of water with a look of concern.
“Don’t drink too fast either. You’ll choke again.”
He was relentless with his overbearing care. Maxim von Waldeck was the one who blurted out that insanity, but now everyone—Daisy, the former Grand Duchess, and even the servants—were staring only at Daisy.
Daisy wanted to cry.
“You really are shameless. I can’t understand what you even like about someone like that.”
The former Grand Duchess muttered, clicking her tongue in disgust.
“Aunt.”
At that cold voice, Daisy turned to Maxim. His gaze had turned sharp and frosty. Was he drunk, or just unpredictable as always? He looked even more dangerous now, with his eyes slightly glazed.
“Didn’t Karen tell you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Goodness, for her to serve for thirty years and still be so clueless. Maybe it’s time for her to go.”
He threw sarcasm towards the former Grand Duchess so openly that her face immediately darkened, but Maxim seemed like the type who always said exactly what he wanted, regardless of the consequences.
“Since you clearly haven’t heard, let me say it plainly. Do not speak so carelessly to my wife.”
The mood in the room turned icy.
“Maxim, how dare you speak to me like that—”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
He stared the former Grand Duchess down, mocking her.
“If you treat my wife with disrespect, even if you were my own mother, I’d be a disgraceful son.”
“……”
“That’s why I’m giving you a warning now, before it gets to that point. Do you understand?”
The former Grand Duchess was left speechless, utterly taken aback by his bold words.
Daisy was just as stunned. She appreciated the support, but… was it really necessary to go that far?
Sure, he’d had some wine and he was known for his fiery temper, but this was on a different level.
“Now that I’m master of Waldeck, I want to treat you like my own mother. So please, cooperate with me.”
The dining room went utterly silent, as if doused in ice water.
With her pride wounded, the former Grand Duchess slammed her napkin down and stormed out. Maxim turned to Daisy with a triumphant, sunny smile.
“Daisy von Waldeck.”
“Y-Yes…?”
Why is he suddenly using her full name? That can’t be good. Daisy held her breath, bracing herself.
“Is there anything you want?”
“Anything I want…?”
“Anything at all. If it’s within my power, I’ll grant it—so don’t hesitate to ask.”
…A divorce, please.
Yeah right, like that would work.
After thinking for a moment, Daisy hesitantly replied.
“Well… if it’s not too much, I’d like to see my father. It’s been a while.”
First things first, she needed to confront the bastard who’d thrown her into this ridiculous assignment.
Count Therese.
* * *
“Greetings to the nation’s hero, Grand Duke Waldeck.”
Therese mansion.
Count Therese said, bowing deeply with a hand to his chest.
Therese, the man who led the secret group ‘Clean’, Daisy’s boss, and now her pretend father.
“Congratulations on your unprecedented victory. Thanks to you, our kingdom’s honor has been preserved.”
“Oh, it was nothing.”
Just a simple word.
Maxim replied bluntly and his smile faint.
Count Lucas Therese was always polite in public. He was an impeccable nobleman on the outside, but a cunning revolutionary leader behind the scenes.
Even after orchestrating the deaths of the king’s men, he could turn on the charm and flatter with a snake’s tongue.
“To what do I owe the honor of the kingdom’s hero’s visit tonight?”
It was late, and he’d shown up without any warning, so an obvious breach of etiquette. Even as Daisy’s supposed father, it was hardly a typical family call, now that she was married.
“Let’s go tomorrow. No need to wait till morning. You’ve had wine tonight, let’s walk it off.”
“Which is exactly why we should go now.”
She hadn’t meant ‘let’s go right this second’.
