The Price is Everything of Yours (76 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 242

Marquis Rikeandros, having found the place where his daughter was staying, was flustered to see the floor completely covered in dresses.

Red, cream, green, and purple… those garments, made according to the latest fashion, were ones Megara had newly ordered in an attempt to firmly capture Abelus’s heart.

Although neither the marquis’s household nor Rebecca—Megara’s biological mother, once famed for her wealth—had money left anymore, he still kept spending on his daughter out of pity.

He vividly remembered his daughter’s smiling face when she said she liked them, yet now those expensive items lay ruined and scattered across the floor. The marquis stood dumbfounded at the doorway, wondering if something terrible had occurred.

The room, prepared for the Crown Prince’s consort, was small and received insufficient sunlight, yet every corner glittered brilliantly with gold, as if to demonstrate the prince’s favor.

Though dazzled nearly senseless by the gleaming sight, the marquis soon spotted Megara, sobbing beneath a pile of clothes.

“My dear, Maggie, what in the world has happened?”

The marquis rushed over and cleared the garments off Megara. Seeing his lovely daughter’s face utterly soaked with tears, his heart ached so much he didn’t know what to do.

Truth be told, the marquis had never approved—neither at first nor even now—of his daughter becoming Abelus’s consort.

Even if it had come out that Megara was illegitimate, he could still have arranged a proper marriage for her with a perfectly suitable man, ensuring her lifelong happiness. He believed she had acted far too rashly and foolishly.

It would have been better if only Abelus had possessed a temperament like Princess Izette’s. Or even if he remained as he was, at least he hadn’t been the Crown Prince.

Then his gentle daughter wouldn’t have had to bear the blame for every one of the prince’s misdeeds, nor would she have resorted to dangerous schemes in a desperate bid to secure his affection.

Though Megara rarely spoke to her father about her own actions, the marquis had guessed a good deal—especially that his daughter’s hand had been involved in Princess Kaymil’s imprisonment.

The princess was far too dangerous a person. Yet she was also of such a rank that one couldn’t simply eliminate her to prevent future trouble. Now that his daughter had incurred her enmity, there was no choice but to keep climbing higher to survive.

The marquis knew his daughter was clever, but her opponent was simply too formidable. At least the Crown Prince hadn’t openly favored any other woman noticeably besides Megara—that was some consolation.

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