The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 90.2

It was not difficult to understand what Mila was asking. No matter how far Judith was from the social world, it didn’t mean she didn’t listen to the rumors. First of all, everyone thought of her as the main culprit of the murder in the villa. This was even discussed at the funeral.

“I’d like to make it clear right away: I don’t suspect Judith.” But, as always, people tend to perceive silence as a positive response. And staying silent about the scandal is a bad idea.

“I can’t talk about what happened in detail. I’m really sorry… But the rumors are not true. “I never hurt any of them,” Judith said firmly. – But… I know the world will undoubtedly consider me the culprit. So maybe even at the banquet…

– If it’s not true, it’s okay. I believe Judith. And I will help at the banquet in any way I can.

“When the Marquise says that, I feel calmer,” just now the duchess realized the influence Mila had on her, protecting her from other aristocrats like a shield.

And although Judith was still afraid of the upcoming banquet, the trembling subsided a little.

***

As expected, the banquet went horribly.

As soon as Judith appeared in the hall, all eyes turned to her, as if they were watching an animal in a cage. Her heart, which had been dead for so long, was now beating madly. This was evidence that she was overcome with nervousness and anxiety.

– Judith, are you okay? – asked Vincent, who stood next to her, looking at his sister’s tired face.

She nodded, barely raising her head, as if she was about to lose strength.

“If it’s too hard for you, just tell me.”

“No,” she answered firmly, still unable to muster up the courage to go a little further.

But Judith knew she couldn’t stay here forever. She had yet to reveal the secret of the invitation. The Duchess grabbed her brother’s hand, causing the glances around her to now turn not only to her, but also to him. They pierced the skin. Some men looked at her with passion and lust, which made it even worse.

“Judith, I think I need to say hello to some people.” Let’s go together?

Of course, the Duchess understood that Vincent would be busy communicating with other people, because now he is the head of the house. That’s why the girl shook her head, because it was something too heavy for her. But even after that, she couldn’t just let go of her brother’s hand, because she was worried.

“I’m going to get some rest,” Judith said, pointing to the corner.

The real hell began when she was left alone. The Duchess felt searing gazes on her back. At this point, she sighed and prepared to sit on the velvet sofa, trying not to worry.

— Little Lady Lipis.

For many years, Judith was called the Duchess, and also used only her husband’s last name. This made such treatment seem extremely strange to her. At first she didn’t even understand that someone was addressing her specifically. Only when the Duchess raised her head did she see a man blocking her path.