174 – I Hope You Will Have My Child
Scarlett Crimson might have been an easy target, but it was within the context of Viktor Dumfelt’s influence. Now standing before him, Shirley Home had nothing left – no family, friends, or lovers; even the community paid her little attention.
The dose of drugs administered to Shirley Home was life-threatening. Unlike Scarlett Crimson, who had been plunged into a stupor with a smaller dose, Shirley Home possessed a resilient constitution that showed no outward signs of such a potent medication.
Shirley’s large, dark eyes darted around the room. The intensity of her gaze unnerved Hughan.
Shirley moved closer to Hughan with the agility of a rabbit. “What’s this?”
As Hughan inquired, Shirley revealed a knife hidden behind her back and asked, “Is it you?”
“Speak up. I won’t let a girl like you intimidate me…”
“Is it you? You’re the one who made me like this.”
When Shirley’s knife touched his chin, Hughan yelled. “Lord Viktor! Lord Viktor! Sir!”
Shirley grew anxious at Hughan’s shouting. With a curse, she continued speaking.
“Do you know what my life is like? Do you know what it’s like to remember everything? You need to experience the same thing. You’ll see – I’ll fight for my life. I’ll obtain the medication, make you remember everything and make you want to die! You need to understand!”
A short while later, the Navy rushed in and removed Shirley from the room. “Shirley, calm down!”
“Let go of me, you sailors!”
“Okay, just calm down! Phew, why are you so strong?”
The Navy tried to escort Shirley away, but she kept looking back, verifying that Hughan was still there.
“I told you the truth! You drugged me! You did this to me!”
Shirley continued to struggle and shout before the Navy finally managed to drag her out.
Hughan’s complexion took longer to recover than one might expect after someone had been strangled. Reality confronted him; he had always been a man protected by the Hunter and royal family.
Yuli Irene seemed to have a lot on his mind, so even after finding out that Hughan was taken by Dumfelt, he didn’t rush to him immediately. Instead, he formally invited Viktor to the royal palace. It seemed he believed that would be safer. However, Viktor refused the offer without even considering it.
First, Viktor returned home. As he entered, Blythe rushed over and said, “The lady has awakened.”
“Is Scarlett still at home?”
“Yes. It seems… maybe she forgot that she divorced again.”
“Ah, I see.”
Viktor walked into the house. Unlike usual times, there was a warm atmosphere inside. As he entered, Scarlett, who was trimming flowers in the first-floor lobby, looked up while humming a song.
“Viktor?”
Scarlett checked her watch and tilted her head.
“You came home early…?”
“….”
Viktor approached her and took off the lace gloves from her hands. The bandages had been wrapped around to cover the burns she’d acquired. The gloves didn’t protect them, and her wounds were still exposed.
She had concealed the wound around her neck with a scarf, but when Viktor looked at it, she spoke in surprise.
“Waking up in the morning… I don’t know where I got this from.”
Viktor looked at her wounds without even noticing her attempt to pull her hand away. He thought of Hughan Hunter, who didn’t want to drink tea and had insisted on not taking off his gloves. He had forced her to drink even though he wouldn’t do so himself. And he hadn’t visited her for a hundred days while she was left at the monastery.
If she found out, how would she see him? Was there any way to keep her from ever knowing the truth?
“Or is there a way to know but prevent her from leaving?”
While he was lost in thought, Scarlett spoke with a worried expression.
“Viktor.”
“….”
“Are you angry? I’m sorry.”
Since Viktor still didn’t answer, Scarlett stretched out her arms and pulled him into an embrace.
Only then, when he looked at her, did Scarlett break into a wide smile. Viktor asked in a cold tone, his face still.
“Why are you laughing? What’s funny? Even though we’re in this situation, why are you laughing now?”
As anger crept into his voice, Scarlett’s smile brightened.
“It’s nothing serious. Not a big wound.”
“….”
“It is nothing, Viktor.”
‘If there were a role that required just one act of laughing, there is no one who can do it as well as Scarlett,’ he thought.
Viktor squeezed her wrist, pulled her closer, and led her to the guest bedroom nearby. He closed the door and, after locking it, pushed Scarlett onto the bed and kissed her fiercely. Scarlett gasped in surprise and grabbed his shirt, but he didn’t stop.
After a brief pause to catch his breath, he unbuttoned his jacket and said, “I hope you will have my child.”
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