The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 15
“I understand why my husband tried so hard not to send his nephew to you, Uncle.”
“What?”
“I mean that I’m too disgusted to listen to you any longer.”
“What do you mean by that…”
Nina threw the small glass bottle to the floor with all her might like a chess piece.
Crash!
As the bottle shattered and its contents spilled, Count Azelot stood up abruptly, stuttering in confusion.
“Wh-What, what are you doing?”
“I should be asking you, Uncle, or rather, Count Azelot. Are you suggesting I use this filthy potion to degrade my husband, knowing full well that my grandfather is the Chief Justice?”
As Nina, who had abandoned even the minimum courtesy toward her in-laws, fiercely attacked him, Count Azelot began to sweat and tried to explain.
“Th-There seems to be a misunderstanding… This is all for your sake. You’ve been married for two years, it’s time to have an heir. That way, Ash won’t be able to treat you poorly.”
“No matter how low I have stooped, I have no intention of harming my husband with such a vile potion or falsely accusing him.”
“You misunderstand! This is not a dangerous potion, but just a supplement to help with marital relations…”
“A supplement?”
Nina twisted her lips into a sharp smile.
Among the so-called aphrodisiacs circulating in the market, none were legitimate.
At best, they were dubious ‘health supplements’ with uncertain effects.
If they were made from cheap extracts, they could leave severe side effects.
Even aphrodisiacs used by nobles had similar dangers, often ending with someone groaning in bed.
Yet he dared to call such a dangerous potion a supplement and expected her to use it on her husband.
Such a person deserved no courtesy.
Nina looked down at Count Azelot arrogantly, with her chin slightly raised, and said,
“Lick it.”
“What…?”
“Didn’t you just say it’s a supplement? Prove to me that it’s safe.”
“Are you telling me to lick the floor…?”
With a cold voice, she addressed his confused and disbelieving face.
“Why are you standing there? If you heard me, do as I said.”
A count, unlike a viscount or baron, governed vast territories and was treated like a king in his domain.
Telling him to kneel and lick the floor was equivalent to asking a king to discard his honor and act as a lowly slave.
“Are you mocking me?!”
As Count Azelot trembled with rage, his face turning red, Nina replied with a solemn expression.
“What gain would I have in mocking you? I’m merely giving you a chance to prove your innocence.”
“Is that even a reasonable request…?”
“Then do you think it’s reasonable to propose something so dirty and disgusting to your niece-in-law?”
She wanted to rip out his tongue and run to the bathroom to wash her ears.
An uncle who, under the guise of concern for his niece-in-law’s marital life, brought aphrodisiacs?
It was filthy and disgusting.
But perhaps he wasn’t entirely foolish. After suppressing his anger, he spoke in a more composed tone.
“Please don’t misunderstand my intentions. As an uncle, I’m merely trying to correct my nephew’s failure to fulfill his duties as a husband. I have no ill intentions.”
“Then prove your sincerity so I can believe you.”
Nina tilted her head slightly, her expression showing clearly that she had no intention of listening to his excuses.
“…Continuing this conversation will only deepen the misunderstanding. I’ll leave for now, but please contact me if you change your mind.”
“No need to wait. I will never agree to your filthy proposal.”
“If you want to win your husband’s heart, you must have an heir. Are you really okay with this?”
