Asella’s body fell to the ground.
“My Lady!”
Cecile, who had turned around, let out a short scream in surprise. The plate she was holding broke, creating a loud noise in the hallway.
After a while, the hallway became so quiet that not even the smallest breath could be heard.
“I’m heading to the banquet hall.”
Her gaze shifted smoothly to Cecile, who was standing next to Anthony.
“Just say your greetings and move. Why are you lingering so long?”
Anthony’s face twisted in frustration.
“What’s a newlywed bride doing here leaving her guests behind?”
“I went to change my clothes.”
Asella answered in a low voice.
Anthony looked at her quickly and saw that she was wearing a simple reception dress, not the fancy wedding dress she had been wearing earlier.
“Go ahead since you’re done. Don’t waste your time wandering around.”
But Asella remained standing, her gaze fixed in one place. It was Cecile’s wrist in Antony’s grip.
His grip on Cecile’s wrist was so firm that her hands were completely white with no trace of blood.
Anthony’s patience reached its limit as he hurriedly tried to send Asella to enjoy his private amusement.
“Go!” He yelled.
The servants who were behind Asella flinched in fear.
Anthony’s temper was well known even among the servants of the house. He would often raise his hand on servants, flirt with the maids, and even sexually harass them.
Unlike Philip, who was more interested in flattery, Anthony was reluctant to do anything of the sort.
He was arrogant and obstinate, so it was best not to be seen by him.
This situation was just one of the many accidents that Anthony had caused and would continue to do so in the future.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough for the maids to be violated by Anthony; she would be blackmailed by Philip and thrown out empty-handed.
(Help me.)
Behind Anthony’s back, Cecile’s sad face formed a small plea with her mouth. But the servants turned their cold gazes away from her pathetic gaze.
It wasn’t like they didn’t feel sorry for what happened, but the other party was a stranger anyway. Their own safety was their priority.
“Didn’t you hear me telling you to go?”
At the sound of Anthony’s angry, hoarse voice, the only person who remained unconcerned was Asella. She stared at the heir to Chartus, whose breath was ragged with anger.
Her brother, Anthony Chartus.
Philip had told her he was a distant descendant of Chartus, but Asella did not believe him.
‘Sounded just like something that Philip would do.’
A fact that even Philip didn’t know was that Chartus was a family that thoroughly oversaw even the illegitimate children born to the Chartus family. The reason behind it was pretty obvious; this was how rare and precious their descendants were.
‘Asella, Currently, the only people who have inherited the blood of Chartus are me, you, and Mariel.’
The last of those illegitimate descendants died out almost a hundred years ago. It was a story that Adele had told Asella directly when she was still alive.
So it was easy to guess the circumstances of Anthony’s birth.
He was probably Philip’s bastard son.
“Get lost now!”
What was so upsetting about this situation?
He could live the rest of his life under the name of Chartus.
He would be called by the name of Chartus until the day he died, and even after death, he would continue to be called by the name of Chartus.
“Please let go of that hand.”
“What?”
Anthony asked back in disbelief. Asella turned her gaze away from Cecile, who was staring at her pleadingly, and repeated the exact words as if confirming them.
“I told you to let go of her hand.”
“H-Hel… please help me!”
Cecile yelled, completely forgetting who she was and the identity of the person who held her. She was so terrified that her reason flew out the window.
All she could think of was that she had to get out of here at any cost.
“What? Who’s there…?”
Anthony’s face, too drunk to notice that anyone was coming, instantly crumpled. Following Cecile’s gaze, his eyes turned to the person walking towards them.
At Cecile’s cries, the person walking in the hallway paused for a moment, then started to walk again. The distance gradually drew closer.
And then finally, the figure of that person became visible.
A groan of despair flowed from Cecile’s mouth, while Anthony’s expression was elated.
“What are you doing? Just stand up quickly and walk; don’t scream for help.”
Anthony looked down at Cecile with one side of his mouth slightly raised. She was trembling, frightened, and began to beg him for mercy, placing her hand on his grasping wrist.
“Master…”
“Do you know what happens to people who disobey orders?”
“Please forgive me!”
Cecile’s body shuddered as she shook her head violently. Her face was already a mess of tears.
“Now, you know exactly what you have to do. Right?”
Anthony’s eyes glistened with dirty lust.
Asella’s body fell to the ground.
“My Lady!”
Cecile, who had turned around, let out a short scream in surprise. The plate she was holding broke, creating a loud noise in the hallway.
After a while, the hallway became so quiet that not even the smallest breath could be heard.
“I’m heading to the banquet hall.”
Her gaze shifted smoothly to Cecile, who was standing next to Anthony.
“Just say your greetings and move. Why are you lingering so long?”
Anthony’s face twisted in frustration.
“What’s a newlywed bride doing here leaving her guests behind?”
“I went to change my clothes.”
Asella answered in a low voice.
Anthony looked at her quickly and saw that she was wearing a simple reception dress, not the fancy wedding dress she had been wearing earlier.
“Go ahead since you’re done. Don’t waste your time wandering around.”
But Asella remained standing, her gaze fixed in one place. It was Cecile’s wrist in Antony’s grip.
His grip on Cecile’s wrist was so firm that her hands were completely white with no trace of blood.
Anthony’s patience reached its limit as he hurriedly tried to send Asella to enjoy his private amusement.
“Go!” He yelled.
The servants who were behind Asella flinched in fear.
Anthony’s temper was well known even among the servants of the house. He would often raise his hand on servants, flirt with the maids, and even sexually harass them.
Unlike Philip, who was more interested in flattery, Anthony was reluctant to do anything of the sort.
He was arrogant and obstinate, so it was best not to be seen by him.
This situation was just one of the many accidents that Anthony had caused and would continue to do so in the future.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough for the maids to be violated by Anthony; she would be blackmailed by Philip and thrown out empty-handed.
(Help me.)
Behind Anthony’s back, Cecile’s sad face formed a small plea with her mouth. But the servants turned their cold gazes away from her pathetic gaze.
It wasn’t like they didn’t feel sorry for what happened, but the other party was a stranger anyway. Their own safety was their priority.
“Didn’t you hear me telling you to go?”
At the sound of Anthony’s angry, hoarse voice, the only person who remained unconcerned was Asella. She stared at the heir to Chartus, whose breath was ragged with anger.
Her brother, Anthony Chartus.
Philip had told her he was a distant descendant of Chartus, but Asella did not believe him.
‘Sounded just like something that Philip would do.’
A fact that even Philip didn’t know was that Chartus was a family that thoroughly oversaw even the illegitimate children born to the Chartus family. The reason behind it was pretty obvious; this was how rare and precious their descendants were.
‘Asella, Currently, the only people who have inherited the blood of Chartus are me, you, and Mariel.’
The last of those illegitimate descendants died out almost a hundred years ago. It was a story that Adele had told Asella directly when she was still alive.
So it was easy to guess the circumstances of Anthony’s birth.
He was probably Philip’s bastard son.
“Get lost now!”
What was so upsetting about this situation?
He could live the rest of his life under the name of Chartus.
He would be called by the name of Chartus until the day he died, and even after death, he would continue to be called by the name of Chartus.
“Please let go of that hand.”
“What?”
Anthony asked back in disbelief. Asella turned her gaze away from Cecile, who was staring at her pleadingly, and repeated the exact words as if confirming them.
“I told you to let go of her hand.”
“H-Hel… please help me!”
Cecile yelled, completely forgetting who she was and the identity of the person who held her. She was so terrified that her reason flew out the window.
All she could think of was that she had to get out of here at any cost.
“What? Who’s there…?”
Anthony’s face, too drunk to notice that anyone was coming, instantly crumpled. Following Cecile’s gaze, his eyes turned to the person walking towards them.
At Cecile’s cries, the person walking in the hallway paused for a moment, then started to walk again. The distance gradually drew closer.
And then finally, the figure of that person became visible.
A groan of despair flowed from Cecile’s mouth, while Anthony’s expression was elated.
“What are you doing? Just stand up quickly and walk; don’t scream for help.”
Anthony looked down at Cecile with one side of his mouth slightly raised. She was trembling, frightened, and began to beg him for mercy, placing her hand on his grasping wrist.
“Master…”
“Do you know what happens to people who disobey orders?”
“Please forgive me!”
Cecile’s body shuddered as she shook her head violently. Her face was already a mess of tears.
“Now, you know exactly what you have to do. Right?”
Anthony’s eyes glistened with dirty lust.
