Chapter 74 - Reality Or Trap?

When another carriage followed and a knight came running from it and opened the door of the first carriage.

"How have you been, Asmund?" the man who had always kept an eye on her and informed her every step to her family. The man who had worked as a spy and not even once felt pity towards her was standing in front of her, and she wondered, should she start her revenge on him?

The man stilled, as if he had seen a ghost. His pupil dilated and his lips parted but not a single word came out. He staggered a few steps backwards when the girl started walking closer to him.

"What happened, Asmund? Would you not greet me?" she tilted her head and looked at the man with cold eyes.

His face was so ashen that not a word came out from his pale lips. He continued to stare at the girl who had died in front of him, yet she was walking just fine!

A few maids come out after hearing the commotion only to freeze there too. The presence of hazel could not be so surprising for others, but those who had seen the blood in the room and those who had worked together with Amelia in poisoning her knew that she had been dead that day.

"You! You!!" the man pointed at her but was not able to even form a proper sentence. Her glowing eyes were no less than the devil who had come out from hell to take revenge on him.

"What is happening there. Why are you all collected in one place?" a cold voice came from the stairs and a lady who was in her 40's yet did not look a year older than 30 descended the stairs.

Her eyes had turned cold as she passed a look of disdain towards her staff.

"Do not tell me you are gossiping again? I thought when I threw a few of you out of the palace, you would have learnt your lesson!!" Her words were cold and demanding and the scowl on her face only increased when the staff did not dissipate even after listening to her cold words.

They continued to stand there as if their legs had been frozen and they could not move.

"Did you not hear me or are you all waiting for me to throw you out. Huh? Asmund, Asmund!" She called for the butler, oblivious of the fact that Asmund was also of the spectator who was standing there like a fool.

As if the man had finally seen his savior. He blinked and then ran towards the stairs, straight to his mistress, if there was anyone that could save her, then it must be them.

"My lady, my lady! Save me, save us!" the man shouted as he ran towards Diana as if ghosts were following her.

Diana frowned when she saw Asmund coming out from the crowd too, she was about to scold him when she heard his voice full of panic and her eyes narrowed.

"What happened? Why are you looking so worried? If i didn't know any better, i would have thought that you have seen a ghost.'' Her sarcastic voice only increased the panic of the old man. He looked at her with widened eyes and bobbed his head up and down like a rattle drum.

Her eyes narrowed at his strange behaviour and she was about to shout at him for talking such nonsense when her eyes fell on a tall and broad man who was standing near the door as a door guard but his aura was strong.

She could feel the pressure even when she had not looked into his eyes.

But she also felt like she had seen the man somewhere.

"Yes! Who do you want to meet?" she asked as she walked towards him only to get ignored.

The man did not spare a glance to her or reply to her enquiry. He continued to stand there while looking in the direction of servants who were collected in a corner.

Diana felt humiliated, her face turned red as she looked at the man who had ignored her blatantly. No matter how handsome he was, it was her house. And he could not ignore her just like that!

She gritted her teeth as she asked again, "I asked who are you and whom do you want to meet?" she was sure that he only behaved rudely because she was so lenient to him. If she would show her authority, he would surely bow down.

But the man still did not spare a glance to her as if he could not hear her at all.

"You!!" she pointed at the unattending man and glared at him. She was beyond furious. Now she didn't even care if he was handsome or not and was ready to throw him out by the knights when she heard a sweet voice behind her.

"Oh! Is that your mother? How have you been these days?" Diana turned to see the owner of the voice as she could not forget this voice.

It belonged to the girl she had hated most, all her life! She turned only to see Hazel standing there with a pride smile on her face.

The smirk was full of arrogance and she did not lower eyes even when Diana glared at her.

But what shocked her most was, she was standing there fit and fine! Hadn't Amelia confessed to her that she had poisoned the girl and the girl had vomited blood but someone took her body away.

That was why she had made the story of her running away with a lowly messenger. How was she standing fit and fine then?

"What happened mother? Are you not happy to see me? I thought that you would hug me the moment you saw me!!" her words were full of complaint as a pout formed on her lips. She was looking like a kid throwing a tantrum. But the more she behaved nonchalantly, the more dread filled Diana's heart.

She took a step back but stumbled as her heels bent and fell on her butt. Her authoritative aura was nowhere to be seen!

"Who.. who are you and what are you doing here?" asked Diana in a panicked voice as she crawled backwards but took no effort to stand again.

"Are you okay mother? You did not seem to be happy from my visit." asked hazel as she hovered over her body with a meaningful smile on her face.

Diana moved but had nowhere to go with a tall man standing like a statue in front of her and Hazel hovering over her on the other side.

"Though the floor suits you. It is cold there. Do you want me to give you a hand in standing up?" asked Hazel in a mischievous voice.

Though watching Diana on the floor with scared filled eyes was giving her peace. She needed more than that. She wanted to take all her peace and joy!

Hazel crouched down so that she could look straight into the eyes of the lady who is her mother.,

"What happened mother, are you not happy to see me or are you not expecting that a dead person would come back to take revenge on you?" She tilted her head and the sound of cracking bones could be heard but her eyes were looking deep into the soul of the old lady who hiccup as she heard Hazel's last line.

"You.. you are not hazel. It could not be! Tell me who you are and why are you mimicking my daughter?" asked Diana as she could not believe that there was really a ghost of spirit. 

It must be a trap to make her confess. She would not believe them at all. She was not a fool that could be tricked so easily.

"Ha! Your daughter? Was Hazel really your daughter? Have you ever behaved like her mother? All you did was to kill her and now you are trying to act like a caring mother. What bullshit.

I am the demoness of hell that he came to bring her justice!" The voice was so cold that Diana felt her body trembling with fear. Cold sweat started to leave her body when she heard the words of Hazel, who was looking at her like she would kill all of them just with her eyes.

"What are you talking about? I.. I had not done anything. I did not even know what happened until Amelia came to tell me what she had done. I am innocent. I am completely innocent!" she mumbled as tears started to fill her eyes and hazel chuckled. It was a cold and devilish laugh that was filled with poison.

"If that was the case then why had she not been punished? Why did no one know what happened to Hazel in this palace? And why the hell do you have a guilty conscience?"

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