The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 283

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Unlike the respondent, who received the petition like a bolt from the blue, the petitioner had plenty of time to prepare.

Naturally, he would have anticipated the visit of a domestic investigator.

Therefore Navian thought there would be nothing much to gain from this interview either.

Moreover, Count Azelot, the petitioner’s father.

About three years ago, he had lost badly in the third trial, but he had previously fought over guardianship rights.

Which meant this was his second interview with a domestic investigator.

He would surely have reviewed the experience from that time, prepared answers to every possible question, and carefully arranged the mansion.

Even so, he couldn’t win this lawsuit.

House Bayern had prepared far too thoroughly.

So thoroughly that it made one wonder whether they had really been unaware of the investigator’s visit.

Navian’s expectations proved exactly correct.

“…This is the room Adam prepared for Ian long ago. What do you think?”

At Count Azelot’s words, Navian scanned the room with a professional expression.

The room meant for a ten year old child was filled with brand new furniture.

He certainly had plenty of time to prepare it.

Still, it wasn’t particularly impressive.

Children’s rooms were all more or less the same.

But there was no reason to offend him unnecessarily.

“You prepared it well. I see no areas that need improvement.”

“Haha, thank you for saying so.”

If one even considered the educational environment, House Bayern won by a landslide.

The ducal library was far larger than the count’s.

From the beginning, this was like striking a rock with an egg.

The interview itself had also been meaningless.

Throughout the conversation Count Azelot led the discussion, while Adam, the person actually concerned, sat quietly like a scarecrow.

His attitude was so passive that it made one wonder whether he truly wished to raise the child.

Since this too would go into the report, Navian shook her head inwardly.

‘From the start, comparing the upbringing environment of a count’s house and a ducal house is ridiculous.’

Count Azelot’s petition would obviously be dismissed.

Navian gathered her documents and spoke.

“The decision on whether the lawsuit will proceed should be issued within a month. Since the interview is finished, I will take my leave.”

Count Azelot’s expression, which had been fairly relaxed until now, suddenly changed.

“W-Wait, what do you mean whether the lawsuit will proceed?”

“I mean exactly what I said.”

“Are you saying the lawsuit might not proceed at all?”

Navian sighed.

Sometimes there were people like this.

Pathetic individuals who believed that once a petition was filed, a lawsuit would automatically move forward.

She suppressed her contempt and replied.

“If the investigation determines there is no reason to proceed with a lawsuit, the court can dismiss it.”

Count Azelot asked with a tense expression.

“…Do you believe there is a possibility it will be dismissed?”

“That isn’t something I can say. The decision belongs to the judge.”

Count Azelot’s eyes twisted.

What’s going on here?

He had clearly been told that the repairman had tampered with Ian’s room.

And the repairman was already dead, so it was impossible to revive him and find out the details.

The investigator’s indifferent attitude made an ominous feeling creep up inside him.

“I’m not even hoping to win the case. But you could at least tell me whether it can proceed to trial, couldn’t you?”

“…If I speak frankly, in this case there is a high possibility it will be dismissed.”

A statement at this level wouldn’t matter anyway.

“D-Dismissed?”

“It means no problem was found serious enough to require changing the guardian.”

“Are you saying nothing was found at all?”

“Yes.”

“……”

Count Azelot groaned quietly.

‘Did that bastard bribe her or something?’

He looked at her suspiciously, but the investigator appeared genuinely offended by the suspicion.

He couldn’t let her leave like this.

If the lawsuit were dismissed outright, Duchess Nord would never leave him alone.

But if he pushed her further here, it would only provoke the investigator’s displeasure.

As he pondered what to do, he asked in a subtle tone.

“…What do you think I should do?”

“Even if you ask me that, there is nothing I can suggest. I am only an investigator.”

“Ha ha, do you think I don’t know how much influence your report carries in a trial?”

“…Ahem.”

When Count Azelot flattered her a little, her expression relaxed somewhat.

‘Just as I thought.’

Her rigid adherence to rules and principles was nothing more than a way to hide her inferiority.

A deep rooted sense of defeat, inferiority, and jealousy.

There was no way he would fail to notice the mirrored emotions that Count Azelot himself had always felt whenever he looked at House Bayern.

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