I Regret The Kindness I Gave You - Chapter 62
“Most likely, when they pit the heirs against each other in competition, they’ll want to include you. Though you’ve already succeeded as head of the family, you’re still a candidate who could become king.”
Our clever mother said this. If the other heads try to push the competition as the top priority,
“Play along as they wish. They’ll find a way to include Merche in the competition anyway. So you should also join the competition and move together with Merche. While protecting Merche.”
…Yes. That’s what she said. To play along as they wish.
Rude finished his reminiscence and pulled up the corner of his mouth in a smirk.
“Fine, let’s say we start with the competition first. What should I do?”
As he loosened up the frozen atmosphere a bit, Verner also put on an exaggerated act.
He stroked his chin and closed his eyes as if pondering, then slammed the table and flashed a smile full of scheming.
“How about we do this? Though Lord Lupinus is the family head, he’s still young blood, and it would be a waste for him to just kill time among us old family heads. So he’ll participate as a companion to one of the other heirs.”
He further proposed attaching one companion to each heir.
Then, as if this was the real main point, he looked at Mariette and placed both hands on the table solemnly.
“Lord Benevum. There’s one thing I’d like you to agree to.”
“…What is it?”
“As the companion for the Benevum heir, I’d like to include Merche Benevum, a collateral blood relative of Benevum.”
“I cannot agree.”
“Lord Benevum. We recently obtained some information that we cannot ignore. I hope you’ll cooperate.”
Receiving Verner’s words like a well-scripted play, this time Lena Aquila spoke.
“I’ve heard rumors that this child called Merche Benevum is a direct descendant of the hidden royal family? Regardless of the truth of the rumors, we can’t just ignore such a controversial matter, can we?”
If you have a conscience, you shouldn’t do that, my lord. Lena rose her slender body, kicked back her chair, and walked over with the clacking of her heels echoing in the hall like a tail.
Her neatly upturned lips touched Mariette’s ear.
“We need to be clear about what we’re going to cling to and struggle over. Whether it’s the heir who’ll become the next king, or the royal family.”
If Merche truly had power similar to the past royal family, the family heads would have to compete over who could bring Merche into their house.
Lena’s elaborately painted ten fingernails gripped Mariette like playing an instrument.
The bright red nails danced over shoulders stretched taut despite her advanced age.
“If we don’t bring her to the surface now, she’ll die. You know that better, don’t you, my lord? Yet you keep pretending not to know like this?”
Rather, she must become a precious tool that everyone wants to possess in order to live.
If something vaguely weak only emits a brilliant light, it will eventually die.
At these extremely realistic words, Mariette’s hands trembled once again. There was nothing she could do. First Carla, and now Merche too.
Her closed eyelids vibrated fiercely. But the heavy silence couldn’t be dragged on for long.
In the end, Mariette opened her closed eyes. She surrendered with a groan of anguish.
“I agree.”
[This is the timeline separator]Juana barely suppressed her feet from fidgeting ungracefully. Instead, she watched the woman standing over there while picking at the hangnails on her fingers.
Ah. It seems one hangnail was torn off long. Along with a stinging pain, a moist liquid seeped out.
Still, she didn’t look down at her hand. In that time, she stole one more glance at the woman.
“Lady Merche. Was there any inconvenience on your way here?”
Impossible. That’s supposed to be Fabio Ardor?
It’s hard to believe he’s her twin brother born from the same womb.
If she didn’t have eyes to see, she would have rubbed them vigorously right here.
Her twin brother, who had never bowed his noble head to anyone in his life, lowered his body deeply to a woman and even lowered himself.
“There was no particular inconvenience.”
Just one sentence. It was just one sentence uttered. But all eyes turned to her. Because ‘that woman’ had spoken.
Merche Benevum.
“If that child is truly of the direct royal lineage, you must somehow gain her favor.”
Mother’s words cannot be disobeyed. So I must make a good impression on that woman no matter what.
…How?
It was pitch black before her eyes. What did I do last time?
I yelled and hurled abuse, saying she ignored my words. Saying how dare she want to be associated with the Ardor name.
Juana covered her face with both hands as if burying it. Why on earth did I say such things? Can I make up for such remarks?
“…Oh? She looks quite decent.”
…What? Her thoughts were abruptly cut off by an arrogant voice from beside her.
She kept her gaze fixed forward and observed the man walking in from the right with just a sidelong glance.
A skinny build with black hair. And blue eyes.
“Is that Merche Benevum?”
“Yes, Your Highness. That’s the wench.”
Juana’s brow furrowed for a moment.
Wench, you say. Do you even know what position that Merche woman is in to use such a lowly term? Besides, even putting aside that reason, it was unpleasant simply from the standpoint of a noble.
…Seems like a servant.
The one who clung to the skinny man’s side calling him “Your Highness” was clearly dressed as a servant.
Unable to bear the arrogant behavior, Juana turned her eyes and looked at the servant, and she inadvertently widened her eyes and froze.
“Your Highness. Word has come that the meeting between the family heads will conclude soon.”
Pale golden hair close to platinum blonde, and vivid green eyes.
“……”
Her eyes, which had widened into circles, slowly returned to their original shape.
Only after scrutinizing every detail of the servant’s appearance did Juana turn her head with eyes that had lost interest.
Though not as much as Merche, he bore quite a resemblance to the portrait of the founding king.
However, it didn’t even come close to half the shock of seeing Merche, and the overall impression of his features and even the color of his eyes differed from the painting.
Haa. Get a grip, Juana Ardor.
She was patting her cheeks a couple times, coldly reprimanding herself, when:
“Is that so? Then we can’t have that. We need to make our move before the meeting ends. It seems now or never.”
“Only you, Your Highness, can uphold the honor of the royal family.”
“As one with royal pride, I cannot simply let that fraudulent wench be. You stay here and watch quietly, Magnus. See how I protect the honor of the royal family!”
The black-haired man spouted some incomprehensible and vicious words, then puffed out his chest and strode forward with a majestic air.
He was heading for the center of the hall where everyone was gathered, a place no one would approach unless they clearly intended to make some kind of declaration.
As Juana tilted her head, looking at the man quizzically, the servant who had been watching with a grin quietly slipped away.
Soon after, his puppet-like figure vanished from the hall like a mirage.
[This is the timeline separator]“I hear there’s a brazen fraudster here daring to impersonate royalty. If you have any shame, come forward on your own!”
The surroundings fell deathly silent at the booming voice.
“I am Alonso Fondo Iker, a prince of royal blood and also of the Fondo lineage. As one bearing the honor of royalty, I have come to personally reprimand the criminal who sought to impersonate royalty, so come forth at once!”
He fidgeted excitedly, unable to contain himself as he stood with his hands behind his back. His whole body felt feverishly hot with anticipation.
The thrill and intoxication of having everyone’s eyes on him, the sense of justice from bearing the honor of the royal family. All sorts of surging emotions mixed together, making his mind hazy as if drunk though he hadn’t had any alcohol.
If I tear that wench to shreds here, it will feel even better.
His bulging eyes scanned the area. At last, they flashed with elation upon discovering the one he sought.
“Merche Benevum. You insolent thing. Knowing you’re a criminal, you still try to hold out? Did you think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”
“…I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
His mood, which had been so good, plummeted. It was because of the woman’s eyes as she looked at him.
Those detestable blue eyes. Eyes quite similar to Diego Fondo’s eyes that used to ignore him. Grr. His teeth ground involuntarily.
Alonso whipped his head around, scanning here and there. There’s no way that bastard isn’t here. He’s definitely inside. Where…
Ha! Having found his target, he strode forward conspicuously.
Though not as much as Merche’s, eyes blue enough to make Alonso’s teeth chatter poured out coldly and sharply.
Alonso’s twisted lips twitched larger.
“Diego Fondo. What do you think?”
“…I’m not sure what you want, but the family heads’ meeting that’s in progress hasn’t ended yet. It would be better to speak when all the family heads are gathered after the meeting ends, don’t you think?”
“Aha. So you’re saying the honor of royalty is lower than that of the five family heads?”
“How could that be my meaning? Please don’t misconstrue.”
“What misconstruction! Don’t play games with me, you think I don’t know your arrogant true intentions!”
Diego frowned as he watched Alonso raging.
This is ominous. There’s no way this fellow would cause such a scene without any plan.
In the brief moment Alonso turned his back on him, he instructed his servant to inform the family head of this news.
Diego’s father, Verner, abhors unplanned disturbances or troublesome matters.
He was already irritated by Alonso rampaging about like a hooligan under the shield of royalty, so he would surely try to stop this if he heard the news.
But timing was the issue.
Alonso’s bull-like temperament that runs wild without regard once his eyes roll back.
Even if word was sent to Verner, he couldn’t come personally as long as the meeting wasn’t over.
Diego’s face darkened with worry.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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