No Evil Lady in the World (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 170

‘It’s all that woman’s fault.’

Jocelyn ground her teeth. Recalling Meiana’s face—chin lifted, looking down at her—instinctively stirred murderous intent within her.

Ever since that woman arrived at the ducal manor, nothing had gone right. The servants had grown insolent, and that unruly girl—whom one could hardly punish severely enough even by locking her in a room—roamed every corner of the estate as if it were her own domain.

Jocelyn pretended indifference to it all, but in truth, not for a single moment had she let her guard down regarding the eastern wing of the manor. Instead, she steadily piled rage within her heart.

‘At the very least, the viscount’s son must prove useful… until that reckless girl loses everything.’

Jocelyn had threatened Swan and occasionally coaxed him, yet she never truly considered him a worthy successor to the Valterminster dukedom. She was merely crafting a hidden bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

Now that Swan knew the truth about Ariante’s birth, he would surely scorn her. That would inevitably provoke Ariante, and then…

‘It will explode someday.’

She waited only for that day.

Everyone among the servants already knew, in hushed whispers, that Ariante was not Sediloi’s child—but there was a vast difference between rumors murmured beneath the surface and the truth bursting forth from someone’s lips. Would Sediloi really slaughter all his servants just to silence them? Impossible.

Once the rumor began spreading, it would become uncontrollable. Servants returning home on leave would tell their families, friends, or even their sweethearts and neighbors—and no one could stop it.

And once that happened, that worthless boy would no longer be able to cling to the ducal manor, Jocelyn thought.

If rumors about Ariante spread throughout every corner of the duchy and eventually leaked beyond, Sediloi would no longer be able to name the child as the heir to the ducal house—not even for the sake of his family’s honor.

Swan, who stirred up this turmoil, would naturally be cast out. Where he ended up was none of Jocelyn’s concern—whether it was an orphanage crawling with rats and vermin, a poorhouse, or some relative’s home where demons waited with burning eyes.

That was all Jocelyn desired: for those lowly rabble to vanish entirely, so Sediloi could marry a flawless, virtuous lady and sire a legitimate heir with her.

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