Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 8
“Don’t cry. If you cry, Aster will think I made you cry.”
Benjamin walked ahead first. His gait was steady and composed.
“Charles, if you don’t come, I’ll leave you behind. What are you standing there for, spaced out all alone?”
Benjamin turned to look at Charlotte. He had been waiting for her a short distance away.
“You’re waiting for me right now, aren’t you?”
“…….”
“Hold my hand. If you’re going to walk like that.”
Benjamin naturally interlaced his fingers with Charlotte’s.
As they walked through the crowd, he cleared a path so Charlotte wouldn’t bump into anyone.
“Why were you standing there, lost in thought all by yourself?”
Benjamin reached out, tousling her hair.
Charlotte looked up at him blankly.
“See? Because you were spacing out, you almost bumped into someone.”
Benjamin yanked Charlotte’s shoulder just as she nearly collided with a passerby.
Charlotte buried her head against his firm chest and groaned quietly to herself.
‘Sorry!’ the passerby quickly called out as he hurried past.
Charlotte inhaled deeply from close range.
A bitter herbal scent filled the air.
“It smells like herbs.”
“I applied an anesthetic herb to the bandages.”
Perhaps because of the herbs, his body carried a distinct, faintly metallic scent.
It was bitter yet cool, holding within it the crisp chill unique to the night air.
“Follow me closely.”
Benjamin patted Charlotte and resumed walking.
“Your Highness….”
At that moment, a low voice rang out.
“Benjamin.”
“Yes?”
“Call me by name.”
Benjamin spoke his name.
“Or… is it wrong? Seeing me call you by name, would Aster be surprised?”
Charlotte looked up at Benjamin with wide, innocent eyes.
Feeling that gaze, Benjamin scratched the inside of his palm with his fingertips.
“Why?”
Charlotte pulled her hand away, ticklish.
“Do you know this?”
“…….”
“If you keep letting yourself be swayed like this, Charlotte, you’ll be in danger.”
Benjamin whispered in a low voice.
A carriage had been sent from her maternal grandfather’s house.
Until that moment, Charlotte had completely forgotten about disownment and everything else.
“Stay alert.”
Be on guard.
Only then did Charlotte realize she’d been swayed again.
[This is the timeline separator]It was a few days later.
“…….”
Charlotte held her breath in a corner of the corridor.
She was on her way to Leandro’s office. Just as she reached for the door, it opened and someone stepped out.
“Going to see Father?”
Caesar asked, loosening his uncomfortably tight cravat.
He was her elder maternal uncle who had helped with the adoption procedures this time.
“Yes. Are you coming from Grandfather’s?”
“Yes. I was just confirming the finalized legal procedures with him.”
Several days had passed since Caesar arrived home. She had become acquainted with her elder uncle during the recent adoption process.
“That’s good to hear.”
Caesar looked down at his niece and rubbed his chin.
“Your complexion looks better today than it did yesterday. Until a few days ago, you were as pale as chalk—really not good at all.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“I meant you look good today.”
He gestured toward the office with his chin and stepped aside, telling her to go in.
“Father is waiting for you. Go ahead.”
Charlotte knocked on the office door and entered. The room perfectly reflected Leandro’s personality.
Neatly arranged documents were stacked in orderly piles on a spotless desk.
Charlotte’s gaze drifted to the window before settling back on Leandro. He spoke in a smooth tone.
“Your father has relinquished custody.”
The Tuteo family had formally given up parental rights over Charlotte. Thus, she had become a stranger to the Tuteo house.
“Charlotte Windsor. From now on, I am your legal guardian.”
“The adoption process finished quickly.”
“Caesar came and completed all the final steps.”
Thanks to her elder uncle handling the legal formalities, everything concluded smoothly.
The legal matters had seemed to be dragging on, but they were resolved today. With this, she had severed ties with the Tuteo family.
Charlotte had been officially adopted into the Windsor family, and her maternal grandfather had become her legal guardian.
“Did Father cooperate willingly?”
“It was a bond destined to end in a year anyway. Your biological father understood that and calculated which option would benefit him more.”
Her father never showed his face even once.
It meant they were now complete strangers. She felt no sadness.
If this bond was so easily broken, why didn’t he let me go sooner?
Why was I trapped in that corner of the house for decades?
“Tell the butler if there’s anything uncomfortable.”
Her father’s matter vanished from her mind.
Charlotte smoothed her hair, tucking it behind her ears. Her long red strands coiled around her fingers.
She had escaped their grasp.
Do they even realize?
You shouldn’t have let me go.
[This is the timeline separator]Pyotr removed his coat after surveying the empty mansion.
The Tuteo residence was quiet.
He quite enjoyed this rare tranquility.
“Have you returned, sir?”
The aged butler hurried over to take his coat.
“Anything unusual at home?”
“It’s been quiet.”
“Has the disownment procedure concluded?”
“Yes. Everything is finished.”
Pyotr furrowed his brow. The deep crease between his eyebrows alone made his expression appear fiercely stern.
“She seemed ready to follow her dead mother to the grave, yet she couldn’t escape even a step from her mother’s shadow. They’ve adopted her into the Windsor family, have they?”
“Yes. The Windsor family has formally adopted the young lady.”
“She would’ve fetched a great advantage even if we’d put her on the marriage market as she was… Yet the old man actually paid money to take her in? He must be losing his mind.”
Every trace of the Windsors had vanished from the Tuteo household.
That detestable woman was dead, and now even the girl’s presence had been erased.
Where had this resentment begun?
The woman who constantly clashed with him was gone, and now it was all dismissed as if it had never mattered.
The butler watched his master anxiously. The very situation his late master had long feared had finally begun.
“Master….”
“Speak of it later. I don’t wish to disturb this peace I’ve finally welcomed.”
Pyotr checked the mail the butler handed him.
‘Chloe Lin.’
Seeing the name, he frowned.
“……Shall I send a reply right away?”
“I’ll review it later.”
Pyotr tucked the letter into his jacket pocket.
“Bring me some liqueur to the study.”
He dismissed the butler and headed to his study to loosen his clothes.
The study was immaculate.
Pyotr tossed the letter carelessly onto the desk.
As he unfastened his cufflinks, his eyes drifted back to the envelope.
Then, without even opening it, he shoved the letter into the wastebasket and turned away.
The study grew unusually quiet.
Creak… creak… So much so that the floor’s creaking echoed distinctly.
[This is the timeline separator]“They say you’ve been disowned—why that expression?”
Charlotte paused mid-reach for her teacup and held her breath. Benjamin swept his black hair back from the windowsill.
His gesture was utterly languid.
Charlotte’s eyes were drawn to it.
“I just… lost too much.”
“What did you lose?”
“I lost my mother, and I lost my life. I’ve only just gotten it back….”
Charlotte lifted her quiet, somber eyes.
“Still, I’ve lost so much.”
She gained one thing but lost many.
As Charlotte murmured softly, Benjamin drew closer.
“If you’ve given them flesh, you must take their bones.”
“Charlotte… Breathe slowly. There’s no need to rush.”
Benjamin wrapped an arm around Charlotte’s shoulders as he spoke.
“Hunting requires patience. You don’t tear into prey when it’s already starved.”
Benjamin explained it as if stating a natural truth.
Starving creatures are easy to hunt—but satisfaction fades quickly.
Instead, wait until your prey has grown fat.
There comes a moment when well-fed prey bares its throat willingly.
“That’s when you hunt.”
When it bares its throat.
When it feels safest, utterly convinced of its own victory.
That’s when you sink your fangs into its neck and sever its breath in one swift strike.
‘So when you were deposed, you personally cut their throats, didn’t you?’
At the very moment they all believed their victory unquestionable,
Benjamin announced his own triumph by slicing their throats.
He must have watched, one by one, as the Empress’s faction trembled in terror upon his ascension to the throne.
“Where have you been these past few days?”
“I was away briefly on external matters. Did you greet Caesar?”
“Yes. We exchanged greetings during the adoption process. He resembles Uncle Aster so much that I felt no distance at all.”
Charlotte spoke smoothly, then covered her lips and gave a faint smile.
He’s unexpectedly thoughtful in certain ways.
Charlotte reached for her teacup again but instead touched her nose. Was that the scent of herbs? A bitter fragrance tickled her nostrils.
“Did you get hurt again somewhere…? Are you injured again?”
“I got restless and ran outside, only to meet with trouble.”
“You were away for several days—where did you go?”
“The Koroko River.”
The Koroko River was an imperial waterway requiring a day or two’s travel to reach.
If he’d been injured at the Koroko River…
“Was the matter with the defeated soldiers resolved well? You went to suppress foreign stragglers who turned to banditry and attacked imperial citizens, didn’t you?”
“Who told you about that?”
“I just… know.”
In her previous life, something similar had happened around this time.
“Your Highness! Crown Prince!”
A desperate voice calling for Benjamin echoed from somewhere.
The door to the reception room where Charlotte sat burst open.
Outside stood a physician, clutching bandages and a medical bag, on the verge of tears.
“For heaven’s sake! Where do you run off to halfway through wound treatment! Do you really want to see me, Linton, die of frustration! You, who wouldn’t even place a single flower on my grave after I’m gone! Why must you torment me so!”
Linton’s eyes widened as he finally noticed Charlotte.
“Why are you here, my lady?”
“You discovered me far too late.”
Benjamin waved him off and left the reception room.
“Oh—no! My lady, please excuse me!”
Linton wailed and chased after Benjamin. Why did that sight seem so amusing?
Charlotte looked down at her now-cold teacup. The terrace window was open, and white lace curtains fluttered gently.
“Who’s comforting whom, really?”
Charlotte glanced at the spot where Benjamin had been sitting.
“I should find some fine wine.”
[This is the timeline separator]It was late evening.
A dark shadow fell inside the wine cellar. Having stolen only a bottle of wine, Charlotte headed for the attic.
The stairs creaked as she climbed toward the attic.
“Me, sneaking alcohol like this.”
Charlotte ascended the stairs, clutching a wine bottle in one hand.
Inside the attic, only a red rug and a lone sofa sat in the empty space.
Charlotte opened the terrace door and stepped outside.
She set two wine glasses on the terrace railing and pulled a corkscrew from her sleeve.
“They say Ailia wine is famous, after all.”
Charlotte held the bottle and checked the label.
It was wine from the Ailia region. As she popped the cork, a rich aroma of wine wafted out.
“Look here. I stole one from the wine cellar. Didn’t you notice they kept only Ailia wines lined up neatly?”
The terrace railing creaked.
Benjamin settled himself onto the railing.
“Instead of sitting on the roof, how about a drink?”
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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Absolutely. I’ll hold your fan while you kick some ass.
Why should she tell you anything, though? You mean nothing to each other and officially, are no longer family. So fuck off.
There is a line in C.S. Lewis’s ‘A Boy and His Horse’ where the son of the sultan mouths off and his father says, “And your life would be short and your death slow had you said it.”