Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 442

Clemente frantically urged the carriage onward until she arrived at none other than her own home—the Bartolini mansion. Countess Bartolini immediately stormed into the one place in the entire mansion that felt least like her own.

It was Isabella’s private wing. And there, Clemente encountered the very scenario she had feared most.

“…Sabella. Our poor, poor Isabella.”

A familiar voice whispered words of affection.

‘Di Pasquale…!’

Clemente held her breath and quickly hid herself. The cover she found was a loosely latched door. Her fear that the creaky old hinges might give her away vanished completely under the eleven fiery blows she’d just taken from Di Pasquale’s whispered words.

“Your husband… that wretched bird… how could he abandon such a beautiful wife and run off alone?”

Count Di Pasquale—whom she’d longed for in her dreams—was praising Isabella in her own house, even while insulting her younger brother. Di Pasquale’s voice grew louder with excitement, and Clemente’s fury rose higher and higher.

“How could he treat someone as pitiful as you that way! My beloved Isabella…”

If only he had called her “my beloved Clemente,” she would have asked for nothing more in this world. If only he had raged against that old Count Bartolini who unjustly possessed her, it would have sounded like heavenly music to her ears.

Yet the very words she’d wished he’d say to her, he was now whispering to his most detestable sister-in-law. In reply, Isabella’s sweet, melodic voice rang out like a lark’s.

“Oh, Andrea.”

It was that artificially tender tone she only put on when a man was present. Deep in her gut, Clemente felt something surge violently upward. And then Count Di Pasquale drove the knife in deeper.

“Isabella, let’s run away together.”

‘Ugh!’

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