How to Avoid Becoming a Vicious Stepmother - Chapter 88

The Seventh Plan. Revenge Done Right. (13)

Gellerhard’s beating of the Count of Petrika and the Count’s sobbing as he was in pain had been exhilarating at first, but at some point, it grew boring. Nevertheless, I didn’t wish for him to leave the Count alone. I simply wanted him to suffer such maximum, maximum pain.

From the time the Count had married Merilyn off, perhaps what he was feeling had been greater than a simple physical pain to the Count now that I put a stop to his plan, which he had already prepared for a very long time, by taking away Carl. I gave the Count such a setback, but was it really as much as I had lost Theodora herself?

The vacancy of my baby, which I had been able to hug with my hands not more than a mere few times, and whom I hadn’t even gotten the chance to be able to raise her properly, was just so vain.

“If there’s nothing more to tell, that is.”

Gellerhard emptied his glass at once. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand before he grinned at the Count of Petrika.

“Don’t worry, Count. The night is long and there are still many things to be done.”

I turned my head to him and wiped Gellerhard’s lips with a napkin. There was a nagging feeling of telling him not to do this in front of Carl that kept sealed in my lips.

“Mandy, get some sleep. You’re going to have to sleep with Carl.”

“Yes. And if Gellerhard ever gets sleepy, come to bed as well.”

“I will.”

With that, Gellerhard had kissed my hand, but he did not come over to my bedroom that day.

*

The Count, who was full with the scent of alcohol, eventually managed to get into the carriage with the help of his servant. The refreshing, cold air of the early morning had made him quite awake, but the Count of Petrika staggered while in a very drunk state as the servant continued to assist him.

“Why don’t you sober up first before leaving… Do stay a little longer.”

The Count shook his head violently at me as I voiced out a worried comment.

“That’s all right. I, I’m being attended well. Duchess of DeMancier.”

Count Petrika bowed politely at Gellerhard’s cold eyes as he almost staggered down. His tongue stiffened and his pronunciation was sloppy, but he also had the characteristics of a mere drunkard.

“Oh, what’s so urgent that you’re in such a hurry? Well, do take the Count carefully. Take care, Count.”

“Well, then I’ll take my leave. I’ll be going. Let’s go!”

It seemed to everyone that a drunken man was just leaving at this early hour with a brash whiff of air. The Count of Petrika set off as he was, without even changing his clothes and only with his coat on again before the horses began to tread vigorously.

[ I greet you for your prudence. These are the qualities that a noble lady truly deserves.

The seal on this letter belongs to me, Adolf Merilyn von Petrika and I am the Count Petrika, who rules over the County of Petrika itself.

As I mentioned last time, I have grand plans to elevate you to a position of honor and you will soon have a great role to play. From now on, I will be using this seal to certify the orders that got issued by this Count himself. ]

Totally unaware of the fact that the letter that had been burned by the recipient was stuck under the chair, the Count of Petrika left just as such. Its appearance was already about to disappear from view just as fast as the horses earlier had already sped up.

“It’s snowing, Mandy.”

“Oh.”

As he said so, he raised his head and a rather thick flutter of snow was falling slowly from the sky without a sound. I thought that it had been dark because it was still early in the morning as the sun had not risen completely, but it seemed that the morning appeared dark due to the dark clouds that loomed over the sun.

“It seems like the heavens are helping you as well.”

“Yes.”

A carriage that ran at high speed without knowing how scary it truly was on a slippery road that had been due to the snow. Usually, the Northern carriages would set up some magic on their wheels to prevent slipping, but the Count of Petrika’s was just released last night.

The Lord of the North had met his demise in a snow carriage accident. Everyone would be thinking of someone who would want to kill the Count of Petrika in the midst of their own doubt. Amanda, the stepmother who took over as soon as the Count of Petrika’s daughter died before it was decided that she would adopt the Count of Petrika’s grandson as her own son.

The son of Count Petrika would doubt his father’s accidental death, but he would then understand by looking at the half-burned letter that was right under the chair. That was the only fate of such a discovered loser.

“Let us go inside. Go and get some sleep.”

“It’s okay if it’s just for one night. I can also take a little nap later.”

“You might not be able to sleep during the day. I’m sure that Carl will beg you to go out and play when the snow piles up soon.”

“Oh, I see.”

Gellerhard nodded and smiled. Now, I could no longer see Count Petrika’s carriage and both Gellerhard and I didn’t have to be out there anymore. Gellerhard then clasped his arms around my shoulders. He had the scent of iron. I walked with him while leaning against his body and embraced his waist in return, so that I could get a whiff of him. We buried our baby together and ended our revenge.

The seventh plan. Revenge done right. A certain success.

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