Not Knowing The Betrayal Of That Day - Chapter 129
Translator: Effe
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Chapter 129
Tessa couldn’t even dream of escape. The Young Marquis kicked Tessa’s stomach, rendering her unable to move.
After that… it was the same as any other day.
Tessa crouched down, unable to wipe the flowing tears. The belt-marked back stung, causing the pain to rise to the point where it was almost unbearable. Other areas hurt less than the back, but that didn’t mean they didn’t hurt at all.
There was no part of her body that wasn’t throbbing and aching from the repeated beating.
She lay on the cold floor, endlessly shedding tears.
Why?
Why her?
Tessa couldn’t understand. Why was she being treated like this by the Young Marquis? But the Young Marquis dismissed such thoughts as arrogance. He didn’t like it when the property he bought had stiff head.
It was an absurd reason.
Therefore, Tessa gave up thinking any further. She realized that not thinking was more helpful in maintaining her sanity.
But there were days when not thinking at all was even more difficult. Today was one of those days.
“…I hate it… it’s too… I, I…”
Choked up with tears and resentment, she couldn’t continue her words. On days like today, Tessa truly wanted to die. If only she could just die after taking the beating. No, if only she could cleanly end her own life.
With every outburst and hit from the Young Marquis, Tessa found it increasingly difficult to bear the overwhelming sense of dread. Now, just hearing the Young Marquis’s voice was enough to make her body freeze up. Like an animal trembling in front of its master, she too was gradually becoming more and more tamed. It was truly the worst.
“Why… why me…”
Why did he have to torture her so much?
Tessa wanted to ask, even though she knew she wouldn’t get a proper answer for any of it. Even so, she wanted to rationalize the reasons for her being treated this way.
If it was a defense mechanism. But it wasn’t a good one. It only made her find fault in herself.
Eventually, Tessa stopped asking anything. It was because of the guilt that resurfaced. It was clear that she was receiving this terrible punishment because she….betrayed Hert.
Tessa let out a reflexive sob. Thinking of Hert made it feel like her throat was closing up, making it hard to breathe.
‘Tessa.’
Soon, the gentle voice of the once kind boy came to mind. The warm voice that couldn’t be forgotten even when she wanted to forget. It now tormented Tessa. …Her, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I truly… But Tessa couldn’t bring herself to continue. Apologies and excuses seemed useless now.
Hert was already dead.
Ah.
Yes, in the end, it was all her fault. Tessa couldn’t come to any other conclusion. Otherwise, nothing would make sense. Her situation, the things happening to her here, all of it was her doing. If she hadn’t made that choice back then… things would have been different in many ways.
‘Tessa, why did you do that?’
The gentle boy’s voice was now turning into a voice of resentment. The tone laced with hatred painfully tightened her throat more than the wounds on her back created by the Young Marquis. The agony was more merciless, spreading throughout her entire body.
Tessa sobbed. The tears continued to flow. She scratched the floor with her fingernails. She wanted to die. She just wanted to end everything. Why does she have to be the only one alive? There’s no reason to keep living anymore.
Of course, she understood it was a shameless and selfish desire. Dying meant running away from her sin.
But…
‘You killed me.’
Every time the voice she longed for resented her in her hallucinations, Tessa felt like she was going crazy. Suppressing the urge to deny, to say it wasn’t true, Tessa felt everything crumbling every time.
Indeed, it was all her fault. She had ruined herself and Hert, all with her own hands.
‘Stupid bitch.’
“Ah…”
Tessa raised her arms and clasped her throat with both hands. Then she started exerting as much force as possible. Her breathing became shallow, and her vision grew even hazier.
Faintly, Hert’s figure seemed to appear before her. The boy she hadn’t stopped loving was right there. But she couldn’t make out his expression very well.
Her, how are you?
Can I come to you?
To this, the boy quietly opened his mouth. Tessa, who had been speaking with a murmur mouth, eventually relaxed her grip on her throat, as if her strength was draining away.
Don’t do it. Don’t say that.
I, I…
“I like you, Tessa.”
“…”
Unable to die once again, Tessa looked at the moonlight streaming through the small window in her solitary cell with a lost gaze. Though her tear-filled vision didn’t allow her to see properly, for a moment, she felt connected to Hert through the moonlight somehow.
Tessa poured out her tears once more.
Her, I miss you.
I miss you so much.
It seemed like it would be another long night.
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’You’re quite lucky.
The Father spoke with a tired, irritable face.
The burden that he had tried to drop had now come back, making things troubling. There were no signs of welcoming his little daughter who had been kidnapped and miraculously rescued.
Beatrice remembered the words of her kidnapper.
‘Hey, innocent girl. You were just abandoned. You weren’t any use to your father.’
The kidnapper, angered by not receiving the money, pointed out the reality to the naive eight-year-old girl. Her father isn’t rescuing her. That’s why she was being treated like this here.
And then, with a sly grin, he even whispered.
‘So there’s no point in going back.’
There won’t be anyone welcoming you.
It took Beatrice a month to realize that all those words were true, only after meeting her father.
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“Your Excellency.”
Beatrice woke up at the sound of someone calling her name. She saw a long beam of light coming through the curtains that covered the window. Seeing the light breaking, she closed her eyes, realizing it must be midday now.
She got up, stretched and slipped her arms into the robe handed to her by the maid.
“There’s a guest waiting outside.”
“….a guest? Ah, I see.”
Already here, huh. Beatrice headed for the bathroom where the bathwater was ready, tying her long hair up with a hair tie. A waiting maid opened the door to the bathroom.
“I have to wash up, so tell him to wait a little longer. Throw in a few things to pass the time.”
“Yes, understood.”
As she stepped inside, a hot steam and a misty fragrance filled the room.
Beatrice took off her robe and lowered herself into the large bathtub filled with hot water. Soon, her whole body began to relax, and the tension started to melt away. Her mind, which had been clouded by the dream, gradually began to clear up.
Leaning her head on the railing, Beatrice couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
’You’re quite lucky.
“You damn bastard. When has it been since you left?”
Seems like things are going well today.
Seeing that unlucky face kept appearing in her dreams.
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After finishing her preparations, Beatrice went to the parlor, where a white-haired man was absorbed in chess. Beatrice approached and naturally moved the black knight. Suddenly, a sigh escaped the man’s lips.
“Oohh….”
“What are you doing? Not defending?”
“….Defending? I already lost. But more importantly, Lee, it’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?”
The man got up from his seat and kissed Beatrice on the cheek, greeting her.
Beatrice glanced at the sunny outdoors and nodded. That’s right. She sat down and gestured to the servant to bring wine and glasses.
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