~Chapter 168~
After Bella left, Cedric wiped the smile from his face and took out a scrapbook he had neglected for a long time. It contained information that Cloud had investigated about the Listerwell family.
He had once thrown it away, then later taken it back out and carefully pasted everything inside again. At the time, he hadnât understood why he was doing that. Only much later did he realize the reasonâby then, his interest in Harriet had already gone beyond mere curiosity.
As he flipped through the pages, his hand suddenly stopped.
It was the section with a newspaper article dated June 28, 1866, about the fatal boating accident at Albrecht Park, along with photographs taken at the scene.
âA face you feel sorry for?â
With his fingertips, he traced the photos labeled victimâs family.
The pictures were old and blurry, but it wasnât hard to recognize Harriet. He could vividly imagine the pitiful young girl, trembling and on the verge of tears, as if she couldnât believe what had happened.
A young girl with long, straight dark-brown hair hanging down her back. Even at such a young age, her posture was straight, and her features were neat and refined.
Ten years later, that girl would reappear in high society with a stunning presence. Now, she was undeniably beautiful. And to one man in particular, she was more beautiful than anyone else.
âThe one who stained such a beautiful child with tears⌠that was you, Bella Listerwell.â
Thinking about how he himself had also been used in Bellaâs schemes and ended up hurting Harriet twisted his insides.
It was the first time in his life he had fallen for such a shallow trick, and the first time he had been used for something so despicable. The humiliation he felt whenever he recalled it only grew stronger with time.
âSo this time, youâll be the one used by my plan.â
Cedric flicked the photo of young Bellaâcrying even harder than Harriet beside herâwith his finger and let out a quiet, mocking laugh.
Without his beloved little squirrel lady knowing, everything was proceeding perfectly according to plan.
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âBrrrâŚâ
Harriet suddenly shivered.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âIâI suddenly got chills. Is someone talking badly about me somewhere?â
âPeople talk about you badly all the time, donât they? Itâs probably just the change of seasons. This is when itâs easy to catch a cold. Drink something warm and always carry a shawl.â
Roxana offered her advice bluntly.
Harriet was slightly dissatisfied with the implication in her words, but she knew this was simply how Roxana showed concern.
âDonât worry about me. You should take care of yourself, Aunt. Ever since Grandmother returned to Genoa, youâve barely slept, juggling nursing her and managing the family affairs.â
âHandling household matters is nothing new, and seeing Mother is something I choose to do. Iâve never needed much sleep anyway. Iâm not overdoing it.â
âBut stillâ!â
âLetâs continue what we were talking about earlier.â
Roxana cut Harriet off mid-sentence.
âI heard you attended several tea parties and gatherings and revealed the truth about the past scandals. Howâs the atmosphere now?â
Harriet sighed at Roxanaâs clear attempt to avoid the topic of her own health, then answered obediently.
âPeople say it canât be true, but at the same time, theyâre starting to doubt Bella. The fact that no one is openly calling me a liar says a lot.â
âAre you certain?â
âYes. Even from what Viviana and Daphneâs group say. Even those defending Bella are apparently being quite defensive.â
Before, people had said, âBella would never do something like that,â or âHarriet is lying again.â Their attitude had clearly changed.
âEven if what you say is true, people will say everyone makes mistakes when theyâre young. And theyâll claim Harriet wasnât completely blameless either.â
âWasnât it just a series of misunderstandings building up over time? Of course, itâs not really my place to say.â
âIâll remain neutral until I see clear evidence.â
Of course, there were still people who believed Bella was a pure, flawless angel without a shred of doubt. But they were few nowâand most of them were men. Compared to the past, when everyone believed Bella was an angel, it was a dramatic change.
âWhat is Bella doing right now?â
Harriet wondered whether Bellaânow suffering in the same way she once made Harriet sufferâhad realized this was her own karma, or whether she had reflected even a little. It was unlikely, but still.
Roxana lifted her hand as if to pat Harrietâs shoulder, then awkwardly lowered it again.
Still, what she wanted to say hadnât changed.
âA flawless gemstoneâwith no cracks or inclusionsâis so beautiful itâs almost untouchable. Thatâs why itâs expensive, and why people handle it so carefully to preserve its purity. But once a crack appearsâŚâ
Harriet met Roxanaâs eyes.
âThe value of that gem plummets. The disappointment is just as great as the admiration once was.â
That was exactly Bellaâs situation now.
After Bella received the summons, the Listerwell family rushed to contain the damage. But soon after, rumors spread that Bella had purchased Anghelic.
Men who had dreamed of her purity frowned in disgust, while men who had wanted nothing more than to hold her hand cheered instead.
Regardless of the truth, it was a devastating blow to Bella.
âSo if you want to reclaim the Listerwell estate, you need to prepare a heavy, decisive strike soon. Can you do that?â
Harriet slowly nodded.
âIâm already preparing something. I donât know if itâll work, but I have to try.â
She clenched her fist, recalling the letter she had received from Maurice Declan a few days earlier.
> â…We added a few conditions, but Kypris Shipyard has contacted us saying theyâre willing to sell a vessel. At this rate, we expect it can be launched by the end of the year.
âYour colleague, Maurice.â
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Albert was released on bail.
Officially, the reason given was to settle various financial obligations related to his company. But the place Albert rushed to after leaving prison was somewhere else entirely.
âCedric!â
When Cedric appeared before him, Albertâwho had been waiting anxiouslyâjumped to his feet, his face a mixture of relief and fear.
Ignoring his reaction, Cedric sat down calmly and greeted him as if nothing had ever happened between them.
âYou look much thinner. Are you eating properly?â
It was practically a taunt, but instead of getting angry, Albert dropped to his knees and bowed his head to the floor.
âIâI did something unforgivable to you. I was insane! I think taking Anghelic messed up my head. Please forgive me, okay? Please.â
âWhatâs with you, Albert? Donât make things awkwardâget up.â
âNo, no! IâI have to apologize. Iâve really come to my senses! So just once, please. Please?â
There was no anger or humiliation in his voiceâonly desperation.
âIf you help me just this once, Iâll never act arrogant again. Iâll never go against your opinion, and Iâll live quietly like I donât even exist. I swear!â
ââŚâŚâ
Despite the desperate plea, Cedric said nothing. Only the soft sound of his teacup brushing the saucer broke the silence.
That silence was so terrifying that Albert couldnât hold back the tears welling up.
âI donât want to go back to prison. Rotting away in that narrow stone cell, unable to do anythingâIâd rather bite my tongue and die right here! Please, sob⌠forgive me, CedricâŚâ
Even as a grown man lay prostrate on the floor, tears dripping down, Cedric looked down at him with completely indifferent eyes.
When Albertâs sobbing subsided slightly, Cedric finally spoke.
âI told you. The price for displeasing me would be high.â
âCedric! Aahâplease, just this once! Iâm sorry! I was truly wrong! Please, please, please!â
Cedric had lost count of how many times Albert had said please since entering the room.
But he felt little sincerity in it.
When a knife is at their throat, anyone will say whatever they can to escape the moment. And once the danger passes, they wipe their mouth clean and act as if nothing happened.
He had lived through this exact situation countless times before. No wonder it felt tiresome.
âEven if this situation is one I created.â
The corner of his lips lifted slightly.
Watching Albert grovel was becoming unbearable. It was time to finally carry out the purpose for which he had summoned him.
âFine. People make mistakes. I understand.â
âC-CedricâŚ!â
Hope and desperation swirled wildly in Albertâs lifted eyes.
Cedric dangled bait into that whirlpool.
âBut Iâve seen too many people who keep repeating their mistakesâŚâ
âI wonât! I swear! Whatâwhat should I do? What do I have to do for you to trust me?â
âHm⌠then shall we do a little test?â
He had known things would come to thisâeven before Bella came to see him.
That was why it felt perfectly natural for him to pull out the letter he had prepared in advance from his inner pocket.
âCan you personally deliver this letter to Marquis Pascal?â
Albert accepted the envelope with trembling hands.
Written on the front, unmistakably, was the senderâs name:
Benedict Kingsley.
âW-what is thisâŚ?â
There was no answer.
Either accept itâor leave. That silent pressure filled the room.
Albert had no other choice. He didnât want to return to that cold stone floor, living among nameless insects.
Never again.







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