To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 159

Extra Chapter 9.

The governor who had never shown a single strand of hair until now, the navy troops that merely sounded impressive but appeared to be an unruly rabble having never received any real training, and not even a single servant to attend to the residence—every minor suspicious detail up to this point suddenly made perfect sense if one considered it all a trap.

But who on earth would dare to pull off such a bold act? He was the eldest son of Montrosa. Killing him within the naval residence was just as difficult as assassinating him at the main estate in Cyclid. The loyalty of the navy toward the admiral and the Montrosa family bordered on absolute. Thus, the answer, as always, could only be one.

‘……My uncle.’

The image of another Montrosa with succession rights surfaced vividly—eyes burning with envy, wishing only for Cardier’s death or downfall. The betrayal of blood kin wasn’t something that could make him mourn for half a day, but the bitterness in his mouth was intense. Had his uncle orchestrated this from the beginning? Or had he intercepted the situation after hearing news of the kidnapping? Or was all of this merely a coincidence or misunderstanding?

“…….”

Cardier swept his gloomy gaze across the garden. He wished it were mere delusion or petty suspicion. But he had realized that most of the people present in the garden were likely his uncle’s men. A strange discomfort crept slowly up his spine. There was only one reason why he was still alive.

To be eliminated in utmost secrecy—so that no one in the world would know he had died here.

Despite it being spring, a chilly evening breeze made his body shiver involuntarily. He entered the bedroom and locked the terrace door from the inside. The sun was setting. A long twilight stretched across the room through the half-drawn curtains.

Tick, the second hand of the clock sounded like thunder. He had no time. He didn’t know when the enemies would strike. He had to find a way to escape before the sun fully set.

Tick, tick.

Even amid the chaos in his mind, his thoughts kept circling back to one person. Rosy dawn—Rosetta. The woman who had accompanied him all the way here. Was she also in league with them?

Knock, knock.

Cardier startled and lifted his head. At first, he thought it was the sound of water droplets colliding, but it was actually someone tapping on the glass door. Someone was on the terrace.

Knock, knock, knock.

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