The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 308
She should send word under the pretext that she had developed a new dessert.
âCome to think of it, will Marquis Belmore be attending this yearâs winter charity event?â
She knew he was the sort who attended important events, but variables could arise anywhere, so there was no telling what would happen.
âFor now, Iâll send gifts to House Belmore and House Lambert firstâŚâ
She would deliver them to the others in the capital.
Sweet desserts paired very well with clean tea or coffee, so she thought they would suit peopleâs tastes regardless of age.
She hoped they would suit her parentsâ and grandfatherâs tastes as well.
Nina rose from her seat with a satisfied smile.
Resolving to give the kitchen staff a generous bonus.
* * *
Rebeccaâs lips twisted grotesquely.
Though she was hasty by nature, she had endured.
There were problems scattered all around her that stirred up her insides, but she had felt the need to steady her mind in order to resolve them one by one.
ButâŚ
Crash!
The vase that left Rebeccaâs hand struck the dressing table and shattered into pieces.
ââŚâŚ!â
The maid who had brought the âletterâ staggered backward, her face pale with shock.
In the mirror cracked all over like a spiderweb, Rebeccaâs face was twisted like an evil spirit.
Rebecca, her shoulders heaving, sat down in the chair.
âHow dare those damned wretchesâŚâ
Was it because she had been busily moving about, attending social events and hosting tea parties?
Thanks to that, Rebecca had been enduring the layers of anger and frustration piled up inside her rather well.
No matter how her influence was no longer what it used to be, it was nothing compared to the disgrace of Nina Bayern.
But the story she had heard at the dinner party she had just attended provoked her fury.
âThey say Duchess Bayern escorted Marquis Belmore at House Lambertâs charity party?â
âIf Iâd known Marquis Belmore would attend, I would have forced myself to go that day no matter whatâŚâ
âExactly. Heâs not someone you can easily see just anywhere.â
ââŚBut are we really alright like this? Lately, the rumors about House Nord havenât been goodâŚâ
âThey said they were holding their sponsored painterâs exhibition at the Conwell Gallery, but thereâs still no news at allâŚâ
How could those people, who had visited House Nord instead of House Lambertâs charity party, of all places, say such outrageous things?
Deeply wounded in her pride, Rebecca sat there pretending not to hear their whispers, but she couldnât endure it for long and left.
It was only some rumors.
Even Nina Bayern had overcome them, so what was there that she herself couldnât overcome?
Rebecca tried to comfort herself and steady her mind.
There was still no news at all from House Azelot, and Count Conwell hadnât replied about the gallery rental schedule either.
But lawsuits originally took a long time to prepare.
She had also received a report that they had succeeded in burning Emilâs past traces.
Slowly, but surely, things were proceeding according to her plan.
âŚAt least, that was what she had thought.
But the letter the maid brought shattered her reason.
The news from House Azelot that the domestic investigator had been replaced, making it uncertain whether the lawsuit would even begin.
âAndâŚâ
Then there was Count Conwellâs letter, saying that although she wanted to secure the rental schedule as quickly as possible, it would be better to set it after the New Year Festival.
ââŚâŚ!â
Rebecca screamed as if scratching at her throat and began hurling things.
She had intended to promote Emil before the fervor from Henryâs exhibition died down.
With that in mind, she had gone around boastfully spreading word here and there about Emilâs exhibition.
But Count Conwell was delaying the gallery rental schedule under a plausible pretext.
âIf itâs impossible to hold the exhibition within this yearâŚâ
The winter charity event.
That day, it was obvious that people at the Imperial Palace would point fingers behind her back and call her incompetent.
Rebecca bit down on her nails with an anxious expression.
Judging from the way that stupid Count Azelot had worded things, it seemed the lawsuit had failed as well.
Really, nothing was going right.
After spending a long while lost in thought, chewing only on her innocent nails, Rebecca ordered the maid.
ââŚBring me writing paper.â
She couldnât just sit quietly and wait like this.
If she went up to the capital, it was obvious she would be compared to Nina Bayern and reduced to a mere foil.
âI hate it, absolutely, that alone I hateâŚâ
Her relationship with her husband had reached the worst possible state, and everything was a complete mess.
Meanwhile, Nina Bayern had even gained a new connection in Marquis Belmore, and everything was going well for her, wasnât it?
ââŚAbsolutely not. I canât be the only one who ends up a laughingstock.â
The winter charity event was hosted by the Imperial Family, but her maternal grandfatherâs hand would surely reach it.
Because in order to decide the eventâs details, approval from the Ministry of Finance was essential.
So she would use the event as an opening to pin an irreparable disgrace on that woman.
A vicious malice bloomed once more in Rebeccaâs eyes.
