The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 136
âWhat? Why isnât she well? Whatâs wrong, did she fall into the water again?â
âNo, she has always been naturally weak.â
After hesitating for a moment, Dean added with a faint smile.
âIt seems the harsh words she heard during the meeting greatly shocked her.â
ââŚWhat? What was said?â
Devon Bellionâs expression hardened.
Dean exaggerated the events of the meeting from a week ago, skillfully wrapping the truth in cunning words.
ââŚThese madmen have completely lost it. Gather all those bastards. Iâll strip them from their brains to their toenails. Those worthless scum, Iâll stuff their innards into their own mouths to shut them up.â
Faced with that beastly, menacing look in those sanpaku eyes, Dean smiled faintly.
In his youth, it was that look in Devon Bellionâs eyes that made Dean choose him as his master.
Eyes that were dead, devoid of any life or vitality, and yet merciless and cold to anything outside his own domain.
âI will gather them immediately.â
âYes, and make sure to send plenty of nutritious food to my weak granddaughter from now on.â
âYes, I will arrange that.â
âTell them to wash thoroughly, even their limbs and intestines.â
âI will convey your message.â
The butler poured red wine into Devonâs glass and stepped back.
âAnd… the Emperor wants to pair my granddaughter with the third prince. Iâm thinking of letting them meet.â
âThe third princeâŚâ
At Deanâs worried tone, Devon stroked his chin.
âAlthough heâs somewhat withdrawn now, after talking to him, I realized he resembles the Emperor the most.â
Heâs destined for greatness.
There was no hesitation in his voice as he added that last part.
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Time flowed swiftly like a river.
Living as a child wasnât bad.
She did and saw many things she couldnât have as a child.
Almost a month had already passed.
âRoxelyn.â
âYes.â
Roxelyn answered absentmindedly.
âAccording to my memory, the day after tomorrow is when I regain consciousness.â
So, if things go as expected, tomorrow would probably be my last day here.
And tomorrow, I have an appointment to meet the third prince, arranged by my grandfather.
âHowever, if I wake up here the day after tomorrowâŚâ
That would be a problem.
âItâs time for bed. Your fever hasnât gone down yet.â
âHmm.â
Roxelyn glanced at her father, who was standing at a distance.
âYouâre not answering me.â
Roxelyn threw out a comment.
âWhat? What answew all of a suddenâŚ?â
âNever mind.â
The young Roxelyn shrugged.
She was being quite overprotected now that she was physically younger.
âOr was I always overprotected?â
Her grandfather had visited once, and the invested businesses wouldnât show results for several years, so she probably wouldnât have to check on them.
âIt could be a dream.â
It might not change the future.
Her head throbbed from overthinking.
Roxelyn pulled up the blanket and got into bed.
âIâm going to sleep. You should leave and go to bed too, Fathew.â
ââŚLeave?â
Roxelyn looked up at him with a puzzled face at his ambiguous question.
âYeah.â
What else would you do instead of sleeping?
Seeing Roxelynâs indifferent eyes, Zerti Bellion flinched and cleared his throat.
ââŚDidnât you once ask me to hold your hand?â
He said, gauging her mood nervously.