“Who claims to be your father?”

Sedric glared at Rosé with a ferocious gaze that seemed to swallow everything.

Rosé was not surprised by the cold response of Sedric, who did not accept her greeting.

She knew well how Sedric and Tersia had treated Rosé.

Rosé walked toward Sedric with a clickclack. The servants swallowed dry saliva unanimously at the sight of Rosé slowly walking.

They were tense unknowingly at the sight of Rosé walking as if on thin ice.

The appearance of Rosé, different from usual.

In front of Sedric, Rosé, who was always busy bowing, stood straight.

When she was with Sedric, she looked like a herbivorous animal trembling in front of a beast, but today she looked surprisingly relaxed.

The servants exchanged anxious glances and whispered quietly.

“Is the Countess okay?”

“She had shortterm memory loss after the miscarriage. She wouldn’t forget what the former Count was like, right?”

“Looking at her talking about ‘father’, she doesn’t seem to have completely forgotten… I’m worried that something might happen.”

The servants stared at Rosé with anxious eyes.

Rosé still looked relaxed, whether she knew they were worrying about her or not.

Rosé, who had been standing opposite Sedric, sat down on the sofa.

“You called me.”

“……”

Sedric glared at Rosé with a sullen eye. The way one eyebrow raised when he was displeased was just like his son, Eric.

‘How can she come out so confidently?’

The different appearance of Rosé was unfamiliar.

Rosé, who always rolled her anxious eyes without even meeting his gaze.

Rosé, who stuttered even when saying a single word, to the point where it was frustrating not to understand what she was saying.

Why is she looking straight into his eyes today?

‘……She’s arrogant. Just like my mother.’

The pink hair blended with the fair skin, and the densely packed features.

Rosé looked very much like her mother when she was young.

With the woman who fooled him with her innocent face, and married his rival, Count Serbiat.

‘Libera……’

He recalled his first love, Libera, over the figure of Rosé.

A woman who abandoned him like a devotee, though he devoted everything.

‘I will make you regret not choosing me,’ he said.

He knew well how the fallen Serbiat family was living a shabby life.

By now, she must be regretting her marriage to Count Serbiat, not him, like crazy.

‘It’s too late to realize how incapable and petty the count you chose is, and how great I am.’

The love for Libera had disappeared long ago.

What filled his empty heart was neither longing nor affection, but anger.

Libera’s treasure, Rosé.

Sedric wanted to completely ruin such Rosé. It would be the greatest pain he could give to Libera, who did not choose him.

Sedric lifted the corner of his mouth sourly, imagining Libera kneeling at his feet and shedding tears.

He slowly scanned the skin of Rosé, as fine as porcelain. His eyes, like a viper, glowed with madness.

‘I can’t just let her divorce peacefully.’

It was clear that she would seduce another man with that halfface that resembled Libera after the divorce.

Although he didn’t admit it, Rosé was legally the hostess of the Wens family. It was unforgivable for Rosé to belong to another noble family.

He planned to remarry his son, Eric, but he couldn’t stand to see Rosé remarry.

“Don’t you know why I came?”

Sedric scorned Rosé with a contemptuous look, chastising Rosé.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Rosé feigned ignorance of what Sedric was saying, blinked her eyes wide open.

“Is your brain a decoration?”

Sedric, who spit out insulting words casually. At his attitude, Rosé’s eyes cooled.

Sedric didn’t miss the moment Rosé’s expression changed.

‘Even a worm wriggles when stepped on, it’s ridiculous.’

Rosé, who had only been trembling like a scared rabbit, was fresh, staring at me with rebellious eyes.

Just as Sedric was about to mock Rosé more,

Creak.

A man with a cold face entered through the door.

One side of the man’s face, covered by a black eyepatch, was full of hideous scars.

He took his place next to the door and stared at Cedric, then nodded as if to send a signal.

‘It seems the job was done correctly.’

At the man’s gesture, a satisfied smile appeared on Cedric’s face.

But it was only for a moment, Cedric gave Rosé a harsh glance.

“Che, I have nothing more to say to an incompetent person like you.”

With those words, he abruptly stood up from his seat. Without looking back, he left the meeting room with long strides.

“What’s the matter, so bland…”

She had been worried about being slapped, but against her expectations, Cedric retreated without a fuss.

“Why on earth did he call me? Just to insult me?”

She couldn’t shake off an uncomfortable feeling. Because she felt something unusual from Cedric’s crazed gaze that watched her until the end.

“Am I being too sensitive…”

Rosé trailed off her words and stood up from her seat. Although it was uncomfortable, in the end, nothing happened, so it’s alright, she thought.