Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 92

Back at the De Mare mansion, Lucrezia, spurned by her distant husband, began clinging to her son instead.

“Darling, would you like to go shopping with Mother in San Carlo town?”

“What shopping? It’s freezing out.”

“My dear son~ Do you have anything you’d like to eat?”

“It’s only been a few minutes since lunch.”

“Son~”

“Ugh, Mother, enough! Later!”

To Lucrezia, this was utterly unacceptable. She needed to find some reason—any reason—for it.

She concluded, with absolute certainty, that the only possible explanation for her gentle son Ippolito distancing himself from her was that he had become utterly infatuated with the maid Maleta. From that moment on, Madam Lucrezia began subjecting Maleta to cruel treatment.

“Have you eaten lunch?”

Maleta answered Lucrezia’s question politely. She had removed nearly all the extravagant accessories she’d been scolded for wearing last time, appearing now in plain, modest attire.

“Yes, I have.”

“Not you—I mean my son.”

Lucrezia lay comfortably on the sofa, examining her neatly manicured nails.

“Do you really think I care what you ate? Do you even have a brain? Gorging yourself senselessly like some fat, ignorant pig—your looks match your manners perfectly.”

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