The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 244

Richard had never liked Ian to begin with.

A decent-looking face and a well-off family.

Among it all, the most irritating thing was his hypocritical act of pretending to be kind.

The guy who pretended to be nice and said they should talk together with some commoner brat, yet he nitpicked over a single ‘slip of the tongue’ Richard had made.

“…Brother, let’s not cross the line.”

As expected.

Ian, who had been ignoring him and walking away until now, turned around.

His face was expressionless, but the surging rage in his ash-gray eyes was unmistakable.

At the thrill of having hit a sore spot, the corner of Richard’s lips curled upward.

“What line? Hey, I know you’ve got an inferiority complex toward me, but do you really think I was just talking nonsense back then?”

He might be called an heir, but.

There weren’t many who truly believed Ian would inherit House Bayern.

“You know your uncle and aunt always had a filthy relationship, right? Your aunt was famous for her pathological jealousy, you kno—”

Ian suddenly strode forward like someone who had snapped and grabbed Richard by the collar, tight.

“I told you not to cross the line.”

“Then why do you think the Duke, who hated your aunt so much he even slept in separate rooms, suddenly changed?”

When Ian’s eyes shook violently as if startled by something, Richard let out a snickering laugh.

To think Ian, who always acted so mature, would be this shaken.

‘Wait…’

At that moment, a good idea flashed through his mind.

If Ian ended up hitting him like this, wouldn’t he be able to demand an apology from House Bayern?

Excited by what seemed like a pretty convincing thought, Richard rattled on.

“He’s planning to have a legitimate child and throw you away, that’s why—!”

“Shut up!”

As Ian raised his fist high, Richard reflexively shut his eyes.

‘Got him!’

But why was it.

No matter how long he waited, the pain never came.

‘What…?’

Puzzled, he slowly lifted his eyelids.

“Where are your parents right now?”

Richard’s reddish-brown eyes wavered, just like Ian’s gaze had moments ago.

Because he had met the cold, severe eyes of Duchess Bayern, who was gripping Ian’s fist.

So that’s why she hadn’t come sooner.

Nina, who had barely managed to catch Ian’s fist in time, looked down at Richard with icy eyes.

“Uh, th, that is…”

“I’m asking you where your parents are.”

Where had the momentum gone from just moments ago, when he had been provoking Ian.

Cowed, Richard’s eyes darted around.

“Aunt…”

Nina let out a sigh as she gently stroked Ian’s head, which was clutching at her clothes with a face that looked like he might cry.

She hadn’t heard every word of their conversation, but she had clearly heard what Richard had said just now.

That they were planning to have a legitimate child and throw Ian away?

The subject was omitted, but there was no way she wouldn’t know that the ones being referred to were herself and Ash.

She had been startled when Ian raised his fist, but hearing something like that said to his face…

A bitter light surfaced in Nina’s eyes.

‘There’s no way Ash would’ve sent tickets to House Ulverni.’

So House Ulverni must have obtained tickets separately, just like Rebecca had.

…What on earth should she do about this child.

She faintly furrowed her brows and was just about to quietly look down into Richard’s eyes when,

“Richard!”

Marquis Ulverni approached in a hurry.

“Father!”

Had he thought his ally had arrived.

Richard brightened.

Marquis Ulverni forced an awkward smile at the ominous atmosphere and spoke.

“Duchess, I was just about to seek you out and pay my respects, but it seems you ran into my son first. Richard, you didn’t do anything discourteous, did you?”

“Ah, Father. That’s—”

“I thought it proper to come and apologize to young Ian once more, so I hurried over from afar, but my son has a rather rough way of speaking, so I wonder if his sincerity came across properly.”

Marquis Ulverni tried to smooth over the uncomfortable atmosphere with a hollow laugh, but Nina had clearly heard Richard’s words with her own ears.

“A rather rough way of speaking, you say…”

Nina let out a soft, derisive laugh at his slick handling of the situation.

Everyone makes mistakes, sure.

A child might not fully grasp the weight of their words and actions, so it could be wrapped up within reasonable bounds.

‘But little boy, this aunt can’t just let this slide.’

Nina opened her mouth while staring at Richard, who was clinging to his father’s clothes like a lifeline.

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