I Killed My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 77

Count Cromwell’s eyes were bloodshot. No reply had come from Mercedes, no matter how many letters he sent.

He had nearly spent all the money he had extorted from the king… The taxes from his domain were woefully insufficient. In the past, he had inserted himself into various ventures and made money by trading on Mercedes, the Crown Princess’s name, living in comfort.

But now, only taxes remained. That was not enough to manage this grand townhouse.

What should he do?

Had Sir Argos truly been a fraud? Had this woman deceived him? No. She was never the kind of woman capable of such cunning.

If she had been clever, she would have become the Crown Princess of this country, then Queen, and a revered Empress Dowager! Would she have been falsely accused of murdering the Crown Prince?

The Count longed to storm into her room and spit out the contemptible bloodline she carried, to give her the treatment befitting the debt he had owed her.

“You are nothing like a noble. You are merely a lowborn creature who owes me a debt!”

“You have nothing but your face. Keep it well-managed. Do not let your stupidity show!”

He had scolded her until his lips were worn thin, demanding she be grateful for the care he had given her!

He had already written the letter. Had she not received it?

Rumors of anonymous secret letters had spread so widely that he had heard the king was now monitoring and intercepting all couriers throughout the realm.

But the courier he paid daily to deliver his letters was said to be exceptionally well-trained… Perhaps something unforeseen had happened. Perhaps the king had discovered it…

The Count pondered whether he should tremble and confront the king with threats, or once again prostrate himself before him.

But threats were dangerous, and prostrating himself—oh, he could not bear that. If the king used this domain conflict as an excuse to demand yet more compensation, it would be the end. If he could not pay, he would have to surrender the domain, losing even the meager taxes.

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