On the wall were portraits of the ancestors who guarded Amerigo. On the top row was a portrait of Carlo.

Abella’s chin trembled as she folded her arms.

The same was true for Abella, who had not yet escaped from Carlo and her father’s death.

She was only pretending to be okay. It was because there was too much baggage left on her. Her head hurt just from looking at the relatives who were targeting Amerigo right away. Abella had no time to indulge in appreciation now.

Amerigo had to be protected from those who wanted to try to take possession of Amerigo’s property.

Even young Simon.

She was curious about the child who she hadn’t even seen yet.

Perhaps, he resembled Carlo now, who she could no longer see. He may have the curly hair that she used to wrap around her fingers and pale, white skin. Or maybe he resembled Carlo’s wife she saw through the photo.

Mrs. Amerigo thought that Abella was the devil who would destroy the family and was against her meeting Simon. So Abella shouldn’t do that. She didn’t come back there just to antagonize her mother.

Abella’s eyelashes vibrated lightly.

‘Don’t cry, Abella.’

Abella did her best and turned her head.

The chandelier on the high ceiling was made by the most famous craftsman at the time of the construction of the Amerigo mansion.

It was certainly a feat only second to the imperial family. When she recalled the imperial family, Cade naturally came to mind. Prince Cade.

‘You’ll still be alive.’

As Timur and Amerigo are still.

Abella breathed slowly and deeply.

“Hannibal.”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Please call all the employees. Every single one of them. Anyone who lives in Amerigo.”

“Yes.”

Hannibal went down to the first floor, and Abella took a breath.

Of course, Abella wasn’t alone on the second floor. Mrs. Amerigo passed behind Abella’s back and threw a gaze along with sarcastic words.

“You’re going too far ahead, Abella.”

‘I can’t hear it.’

Abella’s hard heart was not hurt by this. Abella, who had faced this situation countless times, turned her head with a small smile on her lips.

The eyes of the two met.

Mrs. Amerigo’s desolate look, which had not a hint of affection, was staring back at Abella. Her gaze was unfamiliar as if she was seeing a stranger, and her voice was full of malice as if dealing with an enemy.

“Mother.”

Abella’s silent gaze struck Mrs. Amerigo.

Mrs. Amerigo slowly opened her mouth. The words that poured out were full of evil.

“I told you not to come back. There isn’t any more room for you in this mansion.”

This again.

No one in Amerigo welcomed Abella, so it was probably natural. Perhaps Mrs. Amerigo wouldn’t stop until she drove Abella out.

Or..

“But you have to admit it now, too. I am the only one who can protect Amerigo. Or are you thinking of giving Simon the shattered Amerigo?”

There was no longer the young Abella who would have done anything to win Mrs. Amerigo’s favor.

Instead of affection, Abella asked Mrs. Amerigo to think about the future of Amerigo. That was what Mrs. Amerigo had to weigh in. The reason Mrs. Amerigo hated Abella so far was because she wanted to protect Amerigo.

So for Amerigo, Mrs. Amerigo was reminded that she had no choice but to join hands with Abella.

Mrs. Amerigo stared at Abella silently for a while.

Then with a deep voice, she said.

“Simon.. is a child who does not even know the death of his parents. Simon is left alone. I hope you stay as far away as you can. I will raise him on my own, so you will ..”

It was Abella who was speechless this time.

A bitter heart sank into the depths.

‘Don’t come near Simon.’

Mrs. Amerigo, who had said so and emitted a defensive spirit with her whole body, was really thinking that Abella would torment Simon.

But she couldn’t refute that remark.

Abella was a child born under a curse.

Her father, who loved her, died, and her mother, who loathed her, survived.

Carlo, who loved Abella as his sister, died, and her mother, who was wary against Abella, survived.

Yes, that’s right. Right. She should stay as far away from Simon.