The duke considered Violetâs silence as an answer in itself, and at that, he picked up his teacup to take a sip. It was bitter. It was not delicious.
âYou tormented Aileen.â
ââŚâŚâ
The ensuing topic of conversation almost made Violet bite her tongue.
Was there a single person in this ducal residence who didnât know that Violet S. Everett had been tormenting Aileen?
But it seemed like the duke was that single person.
Of course, the duke was no fool, so itâs not as if he had absolutely no idea.
Itâs just, heâs been turning a blind eye.
As long as Violet did not go too far, and as long as he could cover it upâhe thought that this would be enough.
âŚHow could that possibly be called love.
âYes, I did.â
âWhy did you do that?â
âDo what?â
âIâm asking why youâve been tormenting Aileen.â
Just as Mikhail did, even the duke was bringing up Aileenâs name. With this, Violet felt as if her insides were being turned upside down.
All she wanted was to rest comfortably, but whyâwhyâmust she keep hearing the name of the person she didnât want to be reminded of? And, one after another, too.
Violet felt her stomach lurching.
A fleeting thought passed her mind, that she would definitely throw up if she were to eat dinner later. She sipped her tea to moisten her lips.
âI only acted my part.â
ââŚViolet.â
âSince it was like that, Your Grace the Duke, would you rather that I stood still as I was being insulted?â
At Violetâs answer, the duke paused for a moment. It was too misleading to call Violetâs actions thus far as just mere retaliation for insults.
âEven so, it was too much.â
ââŚâŚâ
âThat poor child lost her parentsâŚâ
The duke expressed his sympathy towards Aileen.
Too much, he said.
As Violet reflected on what the duke said just now, she smiled in vain.
Objectively speaking, itâs true that her actions had been severe.
If she couldnât bring Aileen down just by bumping into her, Violet would impulsively resort to raising her hand and hitting her. That was just the mere basics of it.
Even so, Violet just laughed.
Oh, this must be what it feels to lose your mind.
She knew that he didnât intend to point that out with what he said just now.
But even though she knew it, she had no choice but to open her mouth.
At the very least, you shouldnât do this to me.
âYees,â she answered. âThatâs why, uh-huh. Yeah, itâs because of thatâŚâ
At the sight of his daughter suddenly giggling as she mashed her dessert with a fork, the duke fell silent.
Silently eroding, more and more.
âWhat else could aptly describe this sight if not for the very definition of madness.
âWhy, you ask. Why did I torment her.â
ââŚâŚâ
âAt first, I felt wronged. I felt wronged, so I⌠Well, Iâm not sure about what happened next. I hated Aileen, and I also hated being framed for things that I didnât do.â
âViolet!â
âItâs just. I wanted everyone to disappear.â
Thatâs why I harassed her.
A red stream flowed down from the pulp of strawberries crushed by a fork.
At first glance, youâd think that the ducal lady, without thinking about it, was merely playing with food that she would not eat. However, this was madness itself.
She had been given the title of âvillainessâ, and it was not attributed to her for nothing.
Violet might have just been framed at first, but thereafter, it continued under her own will.
âIn the end, Your Grace is also the very same. Itâs alright. By now, Iâve learned not to hold expectations.â
âI did not want to hear that kind of answer to the question I asked.â
âWhat excuse must I spout then? It doesnât change the fact that I tormented her because I hated her, and that I did vicious things to her attendants because I hated her.â
âViolet!â
The moment the duke bellowed, all of Violetâs actions stopped completely.
At the same time, the duke looked straight into Violetâs eyes, and he had to swallow back a gasp.
Purple eyes.
Purple eyes that once shone like gemstones.
Purple eyes that had shined so brightly as she smiled more innocently than anyone else could.
Purple eyes that, now, was devoid of any light.
âI am not here to quibble over whatâs right or wrong.â
ââŚRight, of course. Youâre not here to quibble over whatâs right or wrong, yesâŚâ
Then what are you doing right now?
It would end up like this anyway.
Even if she were to give up and make no excuses, the end result would have been exactly the same. This would have happened eventually.
ââAh, I caught myself having expectations again, huh.â
Violet set her fork down and laughed. The answer that sheâd be giving would, from now on, never be what the answer that the duke would want to hear.
âDo you know, Your Grace the Duke?â
Violet addressed her father respectfully as the duke. Clearly, she was drawing a line between them.
This is the only relationship between you and me.
âTo me, this ducal household is a lake. Humans canât breathe underwater, right? When I fell into that lake, I had a realization. So thatâs the reason I canât breathe, I thought. For ten whole years, I havenât been able to breathe properly in this householdâ is what I realized.â
ââŚâŚâ
âThen I asked myself, why canât I breathe? Iâm the ducal lady. I am House Everettâs esteemed daughter. Why is it so hard, why is it so painful to breathe.â
ââŚâŚâ
âWhy does everyone hate me.â
Clatter.
The teacup had turned over. A dreadful moment of silence stretched between them. The maids could only hope that, amidst this piercing silence, they would not accidentally make a noise.
âEarlier, you asked me why I did those things.â
ââŚâŚâ
âLet me direct that question back to you, Your Grace. Why in the world did you do that to me?â