Guidelines for the Perfect Goodbye - Chapter 96

There would only be anger.

Such monotonous, inorganic anger.

Just banging out noise devoid of artistry with a single scale.

Stomping on the keyboard with feet, it would only be noisy.

There is no melancholy in a major key. The sound is busy, but almost all the strings are idle.

I am clearly not even a one-sheet score of music to him.

Yes, from the beginning, I am not a melody to him. I cannot make him change.

Therefore, it is not love.

Cecilia opened her mouth, awkwardly pulling one corner of her lips up and down.

“Perhaps he’ll drink too much in the meantime, break a vase in his anger, and throw a picture off the wall.”

“…”

“After a week, documents will pile up on his desk, and he’ll grow tired of drinking. Seeing the broken vase and the picture sober might make him briefly regretful.”

“…”

“And soon he’ll replace the vase and the picture and return to his routine.”

“…”

“Is a week’s worth of revenge worth as much as your father’s death? If so, feel free to accuse me anytime. I won’t deny it and will take it all.”

Cecilia whispered into her ear, just as Diana had done.

“Ha.”

Her lips, which had been tightly closed like a thread had been passed through, finally let out a sigh.

Her eyes rolled and touched the very line of blood of her enemy.

“You… seem a bit crazy.”

Cecilia stepped back and narrowed her brow. She did not deny it. She tapped her forehead thoughtfully.

“But you’ve gotten smarter.”

“…”

The other did not deny it either. Cecilia’s plan was meticulous. So meticulous it seemed impossible.

Yet, she had accomplished it.

Without even a single letter of her name appearing on the list of suspects.

Exactly why she did this, what it was for, remains unclear, but the result she created was indeed a masterpiece.

Suddenly, she recalled what Cecilia had said to her—that she could recover the wealth Adam had taken from her father.

Could that really be possible?

If so… it would undoubtedly be the best revenge possible against a devil who had sold his conscience for money.

“I get it now.”

Diana spoke in a subdued tone.

Cecilia pretended not to understand and cocked her head.

“What do you mean?”

From a distance, she seemed perfectly like a flower grown in a greenhouse. Even her overt acting was ridiculous.

Diana humbly acknowledged her misjudgment.

The bastard child of Lasphilla she thought was introverted and clumsy was not ordinary at all.

As she said, she was smart. Her mind was worth seeking advice from.

“You deliberately kept me here, didn’t you?”

“Hm? Well, yes.”

Cecilia responded nonchalantly.

“A childhood friend’s house is somewhat trustworthy, right?”

She kept pretending to be clueless. Diana twisted her lips in a mocking smile.

“Keeping me here is like you declaring yourself the culprit of that incident.”

Gil Holt was a seasoned apothecary from the back alleys. Knowing such a person, it wouldn’t have been difficult to procure a poison like Palmascas.

Cecilia kept Diana here knowing she would think of the sachet incident whenever she saw Gilbert Holt, all while offering the shiny excuse of keeping her safe.

“You deliberately let me know.”

“…”

“That you are the culprit of that incident.”

Cecilia had masterfully manipulated everyone who underestimated her, driving them to the edge and slipping away easily.

Even deceiving her own father.

“You have thus proven yourself.”

Without raising her voice, she demonstrated her intent, never showing her deadly seriousness.

‘She’s crazy. …In many ways.’

Diana looked at Cecilia with a sickened expression, her gaze unknowingly filled with awe.

Cecilia, after confirming all this, thought,

‘She realized it much quicker than I expected.’

Typical of a businessman’s daughter. Quick with numbers and proficient in logical induction. Very suitable to run a business.

Cecilia smiled happily. Now she seemed somewhat normal.

“I don’t understand what you mean. I really just didn’t want you to die.”

“…”

This consistency was still chillingly frightening.

“Ah, I really have to go now.”

Cecilia looked up at the sky. The angle of the sun had changed during their conversation.

She squinted, making a visor with her eyebrows.

“I guess it might rain…”

“What?”

“No, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“…?”

Cecilia silently turned to leave.

She came to dig into Louise but unexpectedly gained a boon – Diana Hollings. Having felt Cecilia’s usefulness to herself, Diana would probably be more open in their next conversation.

If there had been more time, she would have shared much more.

“It’s a pity…”

Now was not the time for that. This was Lasphilla. She was not yet free.