“So I’ll be honest. I’m here to do business with Mrs. Pamela.”
Deborah knew Pamela quite well too.
They had enough time in the past to get to know each other in the social world.
However, it was true that Deborah, the ‘butterfly of the social world,’ did not pay attention to the inner feelings of Pamela, who was a lower ‘level’ than her.
The person who paid more attention to the other person would understand him or her better.
Thus, just as Pamela knew about Deborah, Deborah didn’t know about Pamela.
The usual Pamela liked to trade, and she liked to profit.
So, Deborah thought if she just said ‘business’, Pamela would try to negotiate.
But it was a complete mistake.
“Business……?”
Pamela frowned and laughed in astonishment.
Gradually, the pretense seen in the social world was broken and the real Pamela was revealed.
“Are you telling me to sell my son to a divorcee now and profit in return?”
“…Madam Pamela, courtesy.”
“I have no manners to keep to you!”
Clink!
The teacup shattered on the floor, and shards of glass scattered everywhere.
“…….”
Deborah’s skirt became messed up.
“Deborah! You’re no longer the duchess, so there’s no reason for me to respect you.”
“….…”
“This is just a warning.”
“….…”
“Don’t even think about embracing my son in your shallow skirt!”
Pamela’s voice was almost a cry.
“….…”
Deborah wiped the bloody red tea off her face with the back of her hand.
It had been a long time since she had been treated so miserably like an annoyance.
How could this Deborah be treated like this? She was from a barony, but had risen to a very high place, and she had a temper that could not tolerate even the slightest insult.
As the daughter of a baron, she thought that she had already suffered all the insults that she would have suffered for the rest of her life when she was not even a beggar.
Hence, she felt quite irritated.
‘This insult is all because of that Spinel bitch!’
It was Pamela who splashed tea onto her, but ‘Berylia’ was the culprit in all of this.
So the more intense Pamela’s contemptuous eyes were, the more vehement Deborah’s hatred refracted toward Berylia.
But that didn’t mean she didn’t have ill will towards Pamela.
She thought she was a pretty good friend in the social world, but now, it seemed she had misunderstood.
‘If I suffer, I’ll pay back double.’
“Madam Pamela.”
Deborah said as she lovingly curved her olive-colored eyes.
“But for that, my shallow skirt has had your son many times already?”
“!?”
Pamela’s mouth twitched, and her hands were trembling.
Deborah continued her speech without blinking an eye.
“And it’s not me who wants this marriage more desperately, it’s Marquis Kalen.”
“……”
“The one who wants to be wrapped in a shallow skirt is also Marquis Kalen!”
Deborah’s gaze pierced Pamela.
It was a very confident and unquestionable gaze. To the point where it felt shameless.
“All the nobles of Aktoum already know that Marquis Kalen has had an affair with me. Also, he wants to marry me.”
“…….”
“If you break this marriage, can Kalen marry a normal young lady?”
It meant that her son was already as good as a wounded peach.
It also meant that there was a possibility that his marketability could have fallen so badly that the country could ‘glean’ him.
“Even though I am now divorced, I was very competent as the duke’s wife.”
It was true that she had raised the Duchy of Douglas by a lot.
In society and in the honor of the nobility, the status of Douglas’ rose during her time as a duchess.
It went from just a ducal family to a ‘recognized’ ducal family.
“I can take care of the Marquistate of Caruso much better than if he married any young lady.”
“…….”
“Besides, Kalen even loves me, so I’m the best choice in this situation, Madam Pamela.”
A laugh sounded out of Deborah’s lips when she finished her words calmly.
“Can you argue against that?”
She was logically correct, so there was nothing to refute.
Deborah was quite confident. But Pamela did not contradict her.
But, with a painful expression akin to swallowing the fireballs of hell, Pamela said,
“For Kalen to marry a woman like you…”
“…….”
“I’d rather see my son fall off the horse and die one more time!”
Deborah did not have much emotions as she looked at the desperate Pamela. She just thought, expressionlessly.
‘It’s harder than I thought. How long will it take to subdue her?’
She didn’t just grab her hair, it was almost like grabbing her and dragging her out.
Pamela’s gaze itself was like a powerful beast spirit, and it was clear that if she persisted in this spot longer, she would be pulled out with force like a cow in the slaughterhouse.
And she, Deborah, was a woman who knew when to step down.(TL/N: it wasn’t clearly stated, but Deborah just walked out of the drawing room/mansion.)
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