To You, So Noble and Vulgar (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
The old woman’s expression softened.
After all, according to Rachel’s words, locking Ariana in a small room was understandable.
This was precisely the moment Ariana had been waiting for.
“No, Mother. I didn’t steal the necklace.”
“Ariana, that’s enough now. Just rest and take care of yourself. You must be in great pain.”
“It’s true, Mother. Where could I possibly hide such a precious necklace? I truly didn’t steal it. Why won’t you believe me?”
“A, ri, a, na.”
Rachel enunciated Ariana’s name slowly and stared intently at her.
In her past life, Ariana would have bowed her head, intimidated by Rachel’s imposing presence. She would have acted exactly as Rachel wished, not wanting to provoke her mother’s anger.
Rachel also expected Ariana to behave that way.
But this time, Ariana ignored her mother’s gaze and spoke to the old woman.
“Grandmother, please believe me. There’s nowhere in my room or on my person to hide the necklace—why won’t anyone trust me? Is it because I’m not Duke Bronte’s true daughter?”
Rachel clenched her teeth.
She glared at Ariana, who looked exactly like her father, with eyes full of hatred—but sensing the old woman’s gaze, she quickly composed her expression.
“Is there any proof that the child stole it?”
“She probably hid the necklace outside the mansion. After causing trouble so many times with her lies, she even stole the necklace my husband gave me as a wedding gift…”
“The wedding gift necklace—do you mean the one densely set with diamonds?”
“Yes, Mother.”
The old woman looked at Ariana suspiciously.
Ariana met the old woman’s gaze with an air of distress, then suddenly remembered something and spoke.
“Oh! If it’s about diamonds… last time, Louisie said… No, never mind. I’ll just admit I stole it, Grandmother.”
Seeing Ariana bow her head as if frightened, the old woman urged her gently.
“Don’t say that—just tell me what you were about to say.”
“Well…”
Ariana glanced at Louisie as if checking her reaction.
“Ariana, are you more afraid of that maid than of this old woman?”
“It’s not that… I’m not entirely sure myself. But Louisie once told me she was a wealthy woman who owned dozens of diamonds.”
“When did I ever say that!”
Louisie shouted sharply.
When the old woman glared at her, Louisie quickly dropped to her knees.
“My lady, that child—no, Miss Ariana—is lying! How could I possibly dare steal my mistress’s necklace?”
“That’s right, Mother. Perhaps it’s my fault for raising her poorly—Ariana constantly tells lies… You mustn’t blame Louisie just because of what she says.”
As Rachel defended her, Louisie turned toward Ariana with a smug look—but then jumped in surprise.
A mocking smile had briefly touched Ariana’s lips.
But the smile vanished instantly, so Louisie thought she must have imagined it.
“We’ll know whether Ariana is right or not once we search Louisie’s room.”
At the old woman’s words, Louisie lifted her chin slightly.
Helena had stolen the diamond necklace and given it to Louisie, who had hidden it two days ago in the desk drawer of Ariana’s room.
Now Ariana would face severe punishment from the old woman, not only for the theft but also for lying.
The old woman sent her maids to search Louisie’s room.
After a long while, the maids returned and reported they had found nothing in Louisie’s room.
Just as Rachel and Louisie’s lips curled into smirks and deep wrinkles formed between the old woman’s brows, one maid whispered into the old woman’s ear.
“My lady Duchess, a diamond necklace is a precious item—she wouldn’t carry it carelessly. If Louisie truly stole it, she’d likely keep it close to her.”
The maid’s reasoning made sense, so the old woman ordered her maids to search Louisie’s person.
Confident she had nothing to hide, Louisie calmly submitted to the search.
“We found it!”
Things did not go as Louisie had expected.
One maid pulled the diamond necklace from the inner pocket of Louisie’s skirt.
The necklace, densely set with large and small diamonds, was clearly an expensive piece no ordinary person could possess.
Louisie’s eyes bulged in shock, and Rachel’s face twisted in dismay.
The old woman took the necklace from the maid and stared coldly at Louisie.
“Is this yours?”
Louisie could only tremble her lips, unable to answer.
“Am I not asking you? Is this your necklace?”
Louisie’s eyes turned pleadingly toward Rachel.
But Rachel, too bewildered by the sudden turn of events, had no chance to shield her.
Rachel had assumed Helena—who saw Ariana as a thorn in her side—had taken the necklace to frame Ariana.
Though it was a costly item to use this way, Ariana would have no means to sell it, so Rachel believed the necklace would soon return to her hands.
Thus, she’d allowed Helena to do as she pleased—never dreaming this would happen.
Rachel glared at Ariana, the root of all this trouble, but Ariana simply lay expressionless on her bed.
Realizing Rachel wouldn’t help her, Louisie collapsed onto her knees before the old woman.
“It’s a false accusation, my lady! A false accusation!”
“A false accusation?”
“Yes! I’ve never even seen or touched that necklace! Miss Ariana is framing me!”
The old woman glanced briefly at Ariana, who then struggled to sit up.
“You think I’d steal Mother’s necklace just to frame you?”
“If not, how could it possibly end up in my pocket!”
“Really? Why would I frame you? What would I gain from it?”
“It’s because you’ve always disliked me, Miss.”
“I dislike you? Why? Do I even have a reason to dislike you?”
“Well… that’s…”
There were countless reasons—but she couldn’t say them in front of the old woman.
That brief hesitation turned the old woman’s heart against her.
Louisie’s spoiled food given to Ariana and her rude behavior toward her—everything was clear.
“How dare you steal your master’s belongings and try to frame someone else! This is utterly unforgivable.”
“M, my lady! N, no! It’s not true! I truly am being falsely accused! Please believe me!”
Louisie cried out in tears, but the old woman remained unmoved.
“Have her whipped and expelled from the estate.”
“Oh, no! M, mistress! You know I didn’t do it! I was only… Miss Helena…”
“Louisie!”
Hearing Helena’s name, Rachel cried out in panic.
Louisie hadn’t mentioned Helena’s name by accident.
As Helena’s most trusted maid, Louisie had aided her in all sorts of wicked deeds. If Louisie left the estate alive, it would bring nothing but trouble for Helena.
“Mother, this girl comes from a poor family—she must have momentarily entertained ill intentions, but surely she never intended to actually sell the necklace.”
Everyone had seen Louisie in possession of the necklace, so there was no pretending it hadn’t happened.
Rachel continued speaking, hoping at least to prevent Louisie’s expulsion.
“Let her be whipped and write a letter of repentance. Please don’t be so angry—calm your heart.”
“You’d keep a thieving maid in the estate? How magnanimous of you.”
“She’s been Helena’s maid since childhood—if you send her away like this, Helena will be heartbroken. You know how tender-hearted Helena is, Mother.”
“Then perhaps that child can’t even manage her own people properly. She should learn how to manage servants before buying dresses.”
Stung by the old woman’s sarcastic advice, Rachel’s face flushed red.
Until now, she’d gotten along perfectly with the old woman—but because of Ariana, their relationship was now strained.
Since Duke Bronte was a filial son, Rachel wanted to maintain a good relationship with the old woman.
So she swallowed her boiling anger and answered meekly.
“Yes, Mother. I’ve been very lacking. I’ll make sure to properly educate Helena.”
Just as Rachel felt relieved seeing the old woman’s expression soften, Ariana’s quiet voice was heard.
“Mother believes and protects that maid, yet has never once protected me.”
Her voice sounded so pitiful.
The old woman’s maids, unaware of Ariana’s circumstances, looked at her with sympathy.
Feeling the atmosphere freeze over again, Rachel glared at Ariana with burning eyes.
Unlike the furious Rachel, Ariana wore a pitiful expression, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.
“If only Mother had believed me just once, I wouldn’t have been locked up for days eating spoiled food.”
“Ariana!”
“I’m sorry, Mother. It’s my fault for being inadequate, yet I blamed you. That’s probably why you dislike me.”
“When… when have I ever disliked you? You’re my daughter too.”
Seeing Rachel grit her teeth yet speak gently, Ariana laughed inwardly.
‘Just as I once craved your approval, you’re desperate for the old woman’s approval.’
Rachel had met Jacob at a very young age and fallen deeply in love.
At that time, Duchess Kiel Bronte strongly disapproved of her son marrying the Princess of Seoryeong.
She worried that if he married a woman of such high status, her son would never be able to stand tall.
Even though a woman traditionally assumed her husband’s status upon marriage, the power of the Western Marquess in Seoryeong was so immense that Duchess Kiel’s concerns were understandable.
Rachel couldn’t decide her marriage freely, and Jacob wasn’t bold enough to abandon everything and elope with his lover.
Thus, while anxiously trying to win Duchess Kiel’s favor, Rachel received a stern imperial decree ordering her to marry the Eastern Marquess.
‘Now that she’s divorced and remarried, bringing a child with her, she can’t act arrogantly just because she was once Princess of Seoryeong. But the old woman was deeply worried too. After all, that woman must have been careful to stay in the old woman’s good graces.’
As long as Jacob Bronte cherished the old woman, Rachel would never dare act willfully in her presence.
Rachel still loved Jacob as deeply as when they first met, and felt guilty about having once been intimate with the Eastern Marquess.
Watching how carefully Rachel tiptoed around Jacob’s feelings was almost pitiful.
Now, having made such a spectacle before the old woman, Rachel must be barely restraining herself from striking Ariana.
In her past life, Ariana would have been hurt by Rachel’s attitude—but now, her heart was as calm as a windless lake.
Rachel stared wide-eyed, while Ariana quietly met her gaze.
Observing the two, the old woman spoke in a displeased tone.
“That child needs rest—let’s leave now. Also, her clothes seem terribly ill-fitting. It would be best to have proper ones made for her.”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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I finally found the chapter corresponding to chapter 42 of the manhwa!
Here’s a mother who refutes the “instinctive motherhood” notion.