The Villainess Will Leave Without Any Regrets - Chapter 3

Until the funeral ended, Abella remained in place like a shadow.
People confronted her, saying that she was a devil because her back was upright and she did not shed a drop of tears.

It had taken Abella a month and a half to return to Timur upon leaving Vincent.
Her tear glands had dried up; she’d cried for a long time until she could no longer shed tears. But people only believed what they could see. She knew that no matter what excuses she came up with, it would not be heard by those who’d already decreed her a villain.
Besides, when she considered what could be done in the future, it might be better for her to not make any excuses.

Abella stared blankly at the tombstone.

Being the ‘brightest’ wasn’t enough to describe Carlo Amerigo.
Carlo was more dazzling than anybody else, and was a good enough man to look back at his sister, who was rejected by the people.

Carlo….
‘He can’t die like this…’
Abella swallowed her warm saliva.
Her tight throat was stuffy.

When the funeral was over, people passed by Abella.
Some spit on her while others swore at her. They were seemingly condemning a guilty person who had left the responsibilities of the Amerigo family to Carlo, fleeing.

Abella burst into laughter.
She knew that they’d talk like this, yet she couldn’t help but laugh anyway.
Her laughter grew increasingly mad.

“As expected, she’s the evil one. How can she do that … during her brother’s funeral?”
“Her father and brother died, so why is she laughing so much?”
“She must have tormented her father and brother just like Mrs. Amerigo had spoken of. Where is that cursed woman going?”

The scarlet marks on Abella only deepened, becoming unerasable.
No one knew that Abella’s laughter was a bloody cry.

***

Abella fixed her hat. She wasn’t very far away from the place where Carlo’s burial had been set up, which was located right next to the Amerigo mansion. It was about ten minutes away by carriage.

She didn’t know how much time had passed ever since she went through the threshold of the Amerigo mansion. She was alone when she’d left, but she wasn’t alone when she came back. It was because a colleague had come to help Abella with her work. She glanced at Enoch Clemington’s gestures—he was patting her shoulder as if he were comforting her

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen you so nervous. What are you nervous about? This is your home.”

“Well…”

Could this place really be called her home? No one would think so.

Enoch, who did not know Abella’s mind, spoke peacefully. “Don’t worry, Abella. What’s the matter?”

“Enoch, that’s only because you have no clue as to what Timur or Amerigo is really like. It’s more than what you’re imagining.”

Abella’s voice leaked out like the wind, and Enoch shrugged as if nothing was wrong.

Enoch was a dedicated lawyer who’d helped Abella in Vincent’s textile business. Even after Abella organized and cleaned up the business with his assistance, he moved to Timur, saying he wanted to join her.

When Abella first suggested that Enoch could come to Timur with her, it took her a great deal of determination. Enoch Clemington’s foundation was set not in Timur, but in Vincent. For Enoch, coming to Timur meant losing everything he’d built up.

However, Enoch’s help was desperately needed in order to establish Abella’s position within the Amerigo family.

No one would listen to Abella.

To run their large estate, she needed somebody else’s help. Enoch, who was an international lawyer with a license, would surely be most helpful. Surprisingly, he readily accepted Abella’s offer. It was quite easy.

Abella spoke with a light smile.
“Thank you for coming with me.”

“Whatever do you mean? Nobody pays me as much as you do.”
Enoch shrugged, took off his fedora and held it in his hand.
Ah, the gains and losses.