Those who were born of noble blood could not understand Lorelia’s inferiority complex and pain.

Diego couldn’t stand Lorelia’s crouching at the relatives and spoke of his pride in Amerigo.

However, Lorelia was a peasant girl.

She said it was impossible for her to have her pride like Diego.

She had no power to be proud of everyone and had no strength to overcome their intimidation.

Amerigo’s relatives practically treated Lorelia as an idiot. Some even thought of Lorelia as a parasite.

Lorelia wasn’t that strong-minded, so the situation was unbearably scary.

Such a gap between Lorelia and Diego opened a rift between the two and made them drift further apart.

Diego got to the point where he hated Lorelia, who couldn’t protect Abella from them.

“Go to hell Amerigo, beggar Diego.” Lorelia chewed up the swear words.

But Abella was starting to resemble Diego.

She had the same eyes that gave her goosebumps.

Lorelia gritted her teeth.

How miserable.

It was Lorelia who had done everything for Amerigo, who was treated like it was a natural by Diego or Abella because they were of noble blood.

They crush Amerigo’s coveted vassals or their relatives with their words.

Lorelia couldn’t do that.

They had the pride of being Amerigo and did not bow their heads unless it was to the emperor.

Lorelia bowed her head in front of everyone.

The bloodlines of Amerigo!

Even though Abella was born the same woman as Lorelia and she was born on the day of Skellus, she enjoyed her right as an Amerigo.

This was also a right that Lorelia could not claim.

The affection for the baby she bore in her womb was diluted long ago. The wretched sense of inferiority and the sense of entitlement, which Lorelia had endured with all her might, came out of nowhere.

She obviously tried her best to stop them when they first tried to kill Abella.

However, when she looked at Abella in full bloom due to Lorelia’s sacrifice, her stomach was shattered.

“But do you still look at me like that? Are you ignoring me?” Lorelia said.

Lorelia’s hand trembled.

This was why you shouldn’t have married someone of a noble bloodline. Why was it only now that she realized that there was a reason why her parents stopped her?

Lorelia, who hadn’t had her fill of drinks, grabbed the bottle. She downed it all.

Lorelia laughed.

That’s why.

‘You should have died, Abella.’

If so, you and I would be comfortable.

Lorelia was lying on the bed.

The reason why these dark and melancholic emotions were surfacing today was probably because she ran into Abella.

Because of the girl who resembled Diego.

Lorelia touched her feverish forehead.

The sky sun round and round.

Like her life, everything was a mess.

*

Abella greeted Yuri in a picturesque way, as she had expected everything.

It was the same as when she first met Abella in Vincent.

“Hey! How could you do that to me! I still can’t sleep, huh? Did you send the emperor?”

“I didn’t send him, but I knew he was going. Cade’s informant is also in this mansion.”

“But you pushed me into that pit?”

“I think it was worth it.”

Abella smiled brightly. She was still talking to Yuri in a soft voice, but Abella would still be weighing Yuri on the scales. Because she was that kind of person!

She knew that Abella’s environment growing up was not normal, but she pretended to be normal, but when she became crooked like this, Yuri panicked.

Yuri groaned towards Abella when she realized it was useless and she flopped into the chair.

This was also the same as when she first met Abella.

Yuri was a clumsy informant, and Abella snatched such Yuri as her intelligence.

She initially asked her to look for information.

Up until the fifth time it would have been a very moderate deal.

The problem started after that.

Having reassured Yuri, Abella made a sixth commission.

She asked Yuri to find out about ‘Monaca Crowell’.

Monaca Crowell.

That was Yuri’s real name.

Usually, when doing this kind of covert work, she would use a stage name rather than her real name, and Yuri took her sister’s name and started using it.

But she wondered how Abella got her name.

While Yuri was preoccupied with Abella’s dealings, Abella was searching about her. Like a beast waiting for its prey.

She thought about it for a week, and when she went to find Abella on the road, she still remembered Abella’s smiling face as if she knew it would.

Abella was that kind of person, and a person never changes. Even now, Abella was playing Yuri in the palm of her hand.

“Now tell me what you have to say, Monaca Crowell.”

At times like this, Abella used to reveal that she had the upper hand.

Very strategically.