My Mistress Became My Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 159

For a mere viscountess to demand an answer from a prince—Lily’s impertinence startled Sonia, who immediately grabbed her arm in alarm.

Lily herself knew very well this was unacceptable, yet she simply couldn’t bring herself to show courtesy to the man who had stolen everything from her. Only thanks to Sonia’s persistent urging beside her had she managed to maintain even a semblance of polite speech; otherwise, she would have already lunged at the Second Prince.

Her blunt demand that he reveal what item her father had taken had been an impulsive act, born from seething rage—but she didn’t regret it. Since both sides already knew the truth, what was the point of hiding it? Moreover, she had little desire to avoid the confrontation he had clearly initiated.

Besides, Darius had instigated the conflict unilaterally and had even barged into the Crown Prince’s palace as he pleased—so even if her request seemed impolite, it would be difficult for him to fault her for it.

“…….”

As expected, the Second Prince merely raised an eyebrow, seemingly a bit surprised—but the smile lingering at the corner of his lips remained unchanged. Tilting his head slightly, Darius asked,

“If I tell you exactly what item it was, will you, my lady, help me retrieve it?”

So they still hadn’t found the missing item. Lily felt a flicker of relief, yet couldn’t help but mock the Second Prince inwardly for failing to recover it despite all the commotion he’d caused.

“Well then, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if a daughter repaid her father’s sins.”

At this outrageous remark, Lily clenched her hands so tightly her fingertips turned white, grinding out her retort through gritted teeth.

“If I am to atone for my father’s sins by finding that item, then who will atone for Your Highness’s sins? Will your mother, Marchioness Ariand, perhaps step forward to take your place?”

“……!”

The Second Prince’s face visibly hardened—clearly, he held his mother in utter contempt. Yet Lily felt no satisfaction; instead, a sharp pain pierced her solar plexus as though stabbed, forcing her to bite down hard on her lower lip.

She wanted the Second Prince to suffer—more than she herself did, even. She desperately wished for him to feel such unbearable pain and misery that death might seem preferable.

To achieve that, she absolutely had to find the missing item. Though intensely curious about what it actually was, Lily chose not to press further—it was obvious the Second Prince had no intention of telling her. After all, it was his most crucial piece of information; why would he reveal it?

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