Chapter 115

“Baby.”

Rosemond was creeped out by the title Baron Darrow used for her. Baby? Ha, baby. That disgusting scoundrel… She wanted to ask God. Where was this man’s conscience dropped when he was made? In addition, with shame missing as well. With a disdainful look, Rosemond stared at Baron Darrow.

“Gone crazy, Baron?”

“I’m not crazy, my daughter.”

As if they were people born to get on her nerves as much as possible, the Baron and Baroness continued to disturb Rosemond’s mind. She felt like she just wanted to kill everyone and get out of this place, but the downside was that she couldn’t handle the future consequences of those actions. When he noticed this, Baron Darrow said with a smile.

“Baby, you are definitely my precious daughter.”

“…”

“How do you think you’re going to break the heavenly bonds? Such divine retribution…”

“Divine retribution?!”

Rosemond exploded with a furious voice.

“Good job. Divine retribution, divine retribution you say!”

Soon Rosemond mumbled with cold eyes.

“By the way, how is that brat Bruchenka, these days?”

“… ”

Bruchenka, the eldest child born between the Baron and the Baroness, was living in his in-laws home. Rosemond laughed in a mocking manner.

“Does his wife know? About how that creature raped his half-sister?”

“Rosemond!”

“I said don’t call my name!”

Rosemond shouted in rage. In response, both the Baron and Baroness flinched and backed off. Eventually, Rosemond, who had even mentioned such a taboo topic with her own mouth, muttered with a voice full of rage.

“If I could, I want to shred you all up and kill you. Right now, I want to end your lives with methods that I can’t even put in my mouth.”

“…”

“It’s not that I can’t do that. It’s that I won’t. I don’t want to be connected with you anymore. So while I am saying it nicely, sign the waiver.”

“…”

“If you don’t do that, I don’t know what kinds of things I will do to all of you.”

“…”

“Hurry up!”

When Rosemond yelled, Baron Darrow calmly answered her.

“Alright, alright.”

He had a dissatisfied expression on his face. Of course. Anyways, since she was his daughter, he had been able to stretch out his shoulders due to the fact that she received the Emperor’s favor. When Rosemond thought about that, she wanted to just receive the Emperor’s hate instead, and die right away.

“But just stay for the night, for one day today.”

Baron Darrow asked this in a friendly voice, but it was just a request that would not work on Rosemond at all.

“Why would I?”

There was no desire to be in this dirty and ugly household where she was forcibly violated. She would rather sleep on the street. Baron Darrow seemed to read her thoughts and added more.

“Anyways, the time is late and you can’t move. You have to think about the horse.”

“…”

“Stay only one day and then leave. Anyways… Wouldn’t it be the last night as father and daughter?”

“Ha.”

Father and daughter. Had he ever thought of her as a daughter? Rosemond glared at Baron and Baroness Darrow with contempt, then climbed upstairs with loud footsteps. When she left this house, she had been determined to never step foot in here again, her own space.

Rosemond closed the door loudly and sat down in her shabby room. Shortly after that incident had occurred, she had cried in silence right here. Sad and scared. Now there was no more of that young and weak girl. All that was left was a villainess full of ambition. Rosemond still stared coldly inside of the room. Obviously, the place where her childhood had been contained made her want to vomit.

“… ”

She was confident that she had a very unhappy childhood. Baron Darrow was clearly her biological father, but Baroness Darrow was not her biological mother. Her mother was a prostitute, and she had gotten her life through a night of play between her mother and Baron Darrow.

‘Would have been better to be erased in the womb.’

Rosemond got rid of her bitter smile. Her mother, who she couldn’t even resent anymore, had been killed by Baroness Darrow who had gone blind with jealousy, and her father Baron Darrow had just looked on. At that time, she was ten years old, and she immediately entered the Darrow household. As a daughter of a prostitute, which was too embarrassing to even say.

‘Should have died then.’

If she had died then, would there have been this anger now? Would all the wicked evil and sorrow not have been created? The sure fact was that this was now only a regret, and there was no way to turn back time.

“At some point, Rosemond’s brother started seeing her as a woman.”

Lucio continued to speak.

“After that, the incident happened. The brother forced himself on his half-sister. Baroness Darrow knew this fact and still condoned it. Must have thought it was something to dismiss.”

He spoke in a bitter voice, and Patrizia was at a loss for words at that moment. She had wondered if there was anyone more unfortunate than her in the world, but there was Lucio, and there was another unfortunate person like Lucio, which was Rosemond. Patrizia felt her heart grow heavy at the moment. That woman was hateful, and Patrizia despised her, but at the same time pitied her.

“She said she wanted to die then.”

Made sense. Patrizia closed her eyes with a facial expression showing her thoughts on how terrible that was. After much time had passed, she asked.

“… How did you two meet?”

“It was a coincidence.”

Yes, it was a coincidence. Thinking about it now, she thought about how even that could be a manipulation, but he thought it was a coincidence anyways. A woman of beautiful pink hair, which he had stumbled across on a long, long journey, learned of her situation and shared a sense of misery in terrible childhoods and wounds.