The Villainess Will Leave Without Any Regrets - Chapter 21

Abella laughed bitterly.

“……Thank you, Abella.”

How long had it been since she heard that?

Simon, who knew nothing, gathered Abella’s hair tightly. It seems that he was trying to turn her gaze to himself.

What do you want to say?

“Simon protects Aunt!”

“Pft!”

It was comforting at that moment.

Abella burst into a small laugh.

Simon’s green eyes sparkled with affection.

‘Yes, what do you know.’

‘I can’t hate you.’

Abella kissed Simon’s soft cheek.

Mrs. Amerigo’s eyes were dimly lit as she saw Abella hugging Simon.

She had never seen Abella smile like that, like the sun.

She was surprised by Abella’s unfamiliar smile.

Mrs. Amerigo opened her mouth after a while.

“….Come back to the main house. Simon needs you.”

“Yes.”

Abella answered neatly.

However, there was no emotion in Abella’s eyes as she looked at Mrs. Amerigo.

*

The carriage carrying Abella departed.

Abella opened the small window leading to the coachman’s seat and casually looked at the scene outside.

“…So you went to Count Gilmus.”

One of the things Abella secretly did when she returned here was to monitor Mrs. Amerigo’s activities.

Obviously, Amerigo’s relatives would attack Amerigo’s most vulnerable, Mrs. Amerigo.

And the prediction was right.

“How long was she there?”

“I remember it was about an hour.”

Abella fiddled with her earlobe.

According to Hannibal’s report, Mrs. Amerigo had received a call from Count Gilmus and that she was advised to be accompanied by Simon.

It wasn’t difficult to guess what Count Gilmus and his crowd would have discussed.

It was quite apparent since Mrs. Amerigo changed her mind like that.

‘They must have threatened her over Simon.’

They were more despicable than the swindlers in the market.

Simon was just a three years old baby who just learned how to talk.

Abella clicked her tongue.

What the adults were doing was so repulsive.

“Thank you, Shooter. I’ll be bothering you in the future.”

“No, my lady.”

Abella closed the window to her coachman and rubbed her lips with her fingers.

It seemed like cutting the money line was not the problem.

They were greedy for Amerigo’s authority…

‘Shameless things.’

Abella smiled coldly.

They were sloppy.

They still thought that Abella was the young 15 years old girl who ran away crying from before.

Abella took out a small letter from the carriage and hurriedly wrote something down.

Shortly before arriving at her destination, Abella was able to put a full stop at the end of her letter.

Abella, who sealed her letter with the brand name Amerigo, twisted her lips.

The necessary means and methods had to be used without hesitation.

They were foolishly unaware that the means and methods were more for Abella, who was the owner.

So, she had no choice but to enlighten them.

When she reached her destination, Abella handed her letter to her coachman.

“Would you please do an errand while I handle my work?”

“Yes, my lady.”

Abella grinned.

*

The place Abella and Arsene agreed to meet was at a restaurant on Dolores Street.

The first floor of the bustling restaurant was empty as there were no guests yet.

Abella checked the first floor carefully and climbed the stairs.

“I have a reservation under the name of Abella Amerigo.”

“Oh, the party came first and is waiting.”

Abella nodded her head.

The place where she was guided to was a private room located in the heart of the restaurant. Because it was a restaurant often used by high-ranking nobles, such private rooms were better decorated.

“Oh. Can I see the restaurant chef later?”

“The chef?”

“Yes.”

The waiter, who guided Abella, looked embarrassed.

“Well…. Even though you’re the lady from Amerigo, but the chef is busy….”

Abella shrugged.

“Please tell her that Abella is here. That’ll do.”

Abella Amerigo’s name would be enough. The waiter nodded.

“Yes, I understand.”

Abella, who confirmed that the waiter was heading towards the kitchen, put her hand on her door.

“Fuuuu.”

Arsene was waiting for Abella. She opened the door.

“Arsene.”

She called Arsene in a low voice.

“Abella.”

“I’m not late am I?”

Arsene shook his head.

Arsene silently pulled the chair for Abella.

Abella’s heart fluttered at the trivial action.

She stared at the chair before sitting down.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

It was repeated every time she returned and met Arsene.

Arsene’s occasional kindness was so good that Abella couldn’t give up meeting with Arsene.

Of course, even if it was an obligation, she enjoyed the time she sat face to face with Arsene.