Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
“Was it pointless to add that remark?”
Charlotte twisted her curly hair, tangling it further. It was cumbersome how it cascaded down past her hips.
“I wonder if I’ve only made Uncle’s feelings more complicated for no reason.”
“Lord Aster? He went out earlier to inspect his business ventures—he seemed just as usual.”
Becky carefully untangled each knotted strand and combed it smooth.
“So Uncle has left the house, then?”
“Yes. Are you going out somewhere today, Miss?”
“I have somewhere to visit briefly. The weather’s lovely, after all.”
“Miss, you’ll ruin your hairstyle. Please stop touching it.”
As Charlotte sat twisting the freshly combed hair with her fingers, Becky lightly tapped her shoulder.
Though it must have been bothersome for hair to fall all the way to her hips, Becky skillfully gathered and braided it.
When Becky tucked a lily-like hairpin among Charlotte’s fiery curls, her melancholy expression softened slightly.
“The styling is finished. I’ll be off, then. Call me if you need anything.”
After Becky left, the terrace doors opened shortly afterward. A cool breeze swept through the drawing room from beyond the terrace.
Benjamin entered through the terrace doors of the drawing room. Perching himself on the windowsill, he walked straight toward Charlotte.
“The house is empty.”
“Yes. Both Grandfather and Uncle are away.”
“What about Caesar Windsor?”
He was Charlotte’s elder maternal uncle.
“He isn’t home either.”
“So he hasn’t returned yet, even though he said he’d be out on business.”
Still, she’d heard he’d be back soon. Benjamin moved closer and sat opposite her.
There was a certain indefinable distance about Benjamin.
Was it merely due to their difference in stature?
Yet, there was something subtly magnetic about him.
A kind of quiet grip that drew people in—this subtle quality had already begun to dissolve the boundaries between them.
“Charlotte.”
Benjamin leaned closer.
“What are you staring at, lost in thought?”
“You.”
“You seem more at ease now.”
You were never difficult to begin with. In fact, the very gap between us created a subtle pull.
“Did you look into what I asked?”
Benjamin placed a note on the table.
“Yes. It’s the address of the person you requested. Henrietta is currently five years old—apparently Chloe’s son—and for now, the Tuteo family appears to be acting merely as legal guardians.”
Benjamin handed her the note with the address written on it.
“Thank you. I’ve found them.”
Though Charlotte’s birth mother was long gone, that household had still been a kind of home—until it fell apart.
My mother is already dead, but you’re still alive.
My home has been shattered—where do you think you can rest comfortably?
‘As long as that lifeline remains, it stays under my control.’
Leaving them out of sight would only make control harder. Better to keep them within reach and decide whether to hold on or let go.
“They live nearby.”
“Of course—they’d need to live close if they’re managing two households together. Marquis Tuteo isn’t exactly diligent, after all.”
Charlotte skimmed the note carelessly and handed it back to Benjamin. He reached out and gently touched her cheek, using his index finger to wipe away a smudge of black ink before smiling.
“Why’s there ink on your face?”
“Oh, I used a fountain pen for the first time in ages.”
Charlotte wiped her cheek once more with her sleeve—but apparently missed the spot, prompting Benjamin to pull out a tissue and finish cleaning it for her.
It was a body that had died once. In her previous life, she’d experienced countless major and minor events in advance. Trying to grow accustomed to handwriting again, she’d jotted down various reflections—and ended up like this.
“You’re still not used to writing by hand, I see.”
“Indeed. My handwriting still feels unfamiliar.”
The memory of her fingers stiffening, numb and unyielding, remained vivid. Perhaps she should get checked for Luphetic Disease after all—but there was still time; it wouldn’t manifest for another twenty years.
“Charlotte?”
Charlotte barely managed to pull herself out of her thoughts.
“Yes? What is it?”
“Why? Isn’t that the very foundation of etiquette lessons?”
“Everyone has their own circumstances.”
Benjamin didn’t understand. Due to Luphetic Disease, Charlotte’s limbs had become paralyzed in her past life, and all sensation in her fingers had hardened completely. It had taken considerable time to adjust to this new feeling.
“Are you going out?”
“Yes. I must.”
“Then you’ll need Aster’s permission first.”
“Do you need an escort?”
“Not particularly. Why do you ask?”
“If you don’t need one, I’ll just go.”
Benjamin nodded in agreement.
“I’ll inform a servant.”
Charlotte left word with a servant that she’d be out briefly and stepped out immediately.
[This is the timeline separator]The carriage stopped before a quiet mansion. A white fence enclosed the estate, and the front gate was closed.
“According to the original timeline, I wouldn’t set foot in the Tuteo household for several more years.”
But there was no need to wait until then.
“Ah. How utterly wretched this is.”
A deliberately theatrical voice drifted softly through the air. Charlotte stepped down before the gate and tapped the doorknob lightly with her knuckles.
The gate’s hinges were loose. As she stood there, a small child wandered up to her feet.
The child grasped the gate with tiny hands and tilted their head in curiosity. Charlotte smiled at the innocent face.
“Hello.”
The child mirrored her smile.
“Henrietta! Where on earth have you wandered off to alone!”
Charlotte carefully took in Chloe’s expression. She looked younger than Charlotte remembered—ah, so fair and lovely.
Mother, when you fell ill, your limbs twisted so badly you could barely walk—what am I supposed to do?
“Who are you?”
Charlotte looked down intently at the child. Sensing something suspicious, Chloe swiftly scooped the child up and wrapped her protectively in her arms. Henrietta’s cheeks were plump and flushed with health.
“Are you Miss Chloe?”
“I am. And you are?”
“Sent by Marquis Tuteo.”
Charlotte lowered her head and twisted her lips. Chloe hurriedly asked again.
“The Marquis sent you?”
Be happy. I’ll toss you into that household sooner than planned.
“I was instructed to check how the child is doing.”
“Oh! Thank goodness. I can’t tell you how relieved I am. Lately, the Marquis rarely visits, and he hasn’t come to see Henrietta at all…!”
Chloe tapped the child’s nose affectionately as she answered. Charlotte gripped the gate’s bars and tilted her head. You resemble your father. Since you carry that bloodline, your life will surely be difficult too.
“But where’s the usual visitor? Why isn’t he here?”
Chloe glanced around.
“And who are you?”
“…”
“I’ve never seen you before—yet you claim the Marquis sent you?”
Chloe didn’t recognize her. Charlotte bore little resemblance to her father.
But still—you should have recognized me. Even if you didn’t know I was the daughter of that household, you should have sensed I carried his blood. As his mistress, shouldn’t you show at least that much awareness? Charlotte pressed a hand to her forehead and twisted her lips.
“Does it really matter?”
She dropped the subject right there. You people—if I show you pity and push you into the Marquis’s household, you should just stay quiet and go in.
“You’ve been given your chance—just enter the Tuteo household. Don’t ask me. Do you really think you’re in a position to be proud? Swallow your pride. If you care at all about your child’s life, take her and go to the Tuteo house.”
Charlotte closed her eyes.
This, too, was knowledge from her past life. Henrietta would contract a fever and end up limping in one leg. Of course, it could be corrected with treatment—but if it could be prevented now, why not?
Your existence isn’t your fault. And yet—
My hatred for you isn’t my fault either.
‘I despise that innocence.’
The child reached out toward her, eyes brimming with pure curiosity.
“It’ll happen soon anyway—just moving the timing forward a bit.”
As she turned to leave with a faint smile, Chloe quietly asked,
“What’s your name, Miss?”
“Charlotte.”
She deliberately gave her name.
If you ever meet my father—
Please mention that name once.
Though days had passed since she’d left home,
Please deliver this news to that man who never once came looking for his daughter.
“Charlotte.”
Charlotte whispered softly.
[This is the timeline separator]Bear it, even if it’s unjust, Charlotte.
Erase your very existence.
If only that life is preserved, Mother will be content.
These were her birth mother’s final words before death.
‘Though now nearly erased from memory.’
What exactly did you tell me to endure? What was I supposed to bear? What more must I endure just to keep breathing in that damned household?
“Miss?”
Leandro’s aide quickly stepped aside.
“Is Grandfather inside?”
“If you’re looking for Lord Leandro, he’s in his study.”
Charlotte tore out the lily hairpin, unraveling her carefully styled hair, and twisted one corner of her lips.
“Please tell Grandfather I have something to discuss with him.”
His aide entered the study and informed Leandro of Charlotte’s visit.
Now was the time to excise this rotten connection.
Only by cutting away the decayed flesh can new skin grow. Only by severing the rotten roots can fresh shoots emerge.
Even if this act shakes the foundation, a root already rotten cannot fulfill its purpose anyway.
“You said you had something private to discuss—why aren’t you speaking?”
That was why she’d come to Leandro’s study. The blade to sever that rotten root lay in his hands.
“I wish to be disowned.”
Custody naturally belonged to the biological father.
Since Charlotte was nineteen—nearly twenty—she would remain under her father’s authority for another year.
To remove herself from his custody, he would have to relinquish it willingly.
“You’ll need to explain the circumstances more clearly.”
Leandro interlaced his fingers and gestured for her to elaborate further.
Charlotte had been carefully considering her words even before opening her mouth.
Where should she begin? How could she tell this story without hurting her maternal relatives too deeply?
There was no perfect answer. So she resolved to state the facts as plainly as possible.
“Father has a mistress.”
This affair had continued even while her mother was still alive.
They’d been lovers since Charlotte was a child.
‘Disgusting.’
She felt utterly repulsed.
“Soon, they’ll be coming to the Tuteo household.”
Leandro’s expression darkened fiercely. That bastard was bringing his mistress into their home.
“You said ‘they’?”
“He has a son—five years old. Since the child was born five years ago, they must have met at least six years back.”
Instead of doubting her words, Leandro chose silence.
She wasn’t asking him to punish them—only to remove her, at the very least, from that household.
This was something that had to be said eventually. Charlotte, you’ve done your duty.
“How long have you known this?”
She’d learned of it the moment her father brought his mistress home. Thanks to her past-life memories, it already felt like a distant recollection.
“A long time.”
“Your father is truly…!”
That was all he could manage—just vague, frustrated muttering.
“Please help me get disowned.”
Leandro’s lips trembled several times, as if wanting to say something, but then fell shut again, limp and defeated.
He repeated this several times.
“I need some time alone to think.”
Leandro finally replied after a long silence. His expression barely changed; he looked utterly exhausted.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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