Chapter 13 The Fallen Angel (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
“Oh my goodness.”
The silence was broken slowly.
Several people’s whispers could be heard. Their eyes glanced at Lara and they secretly gossiped among themselves.
“Just look at her shameless face, I’d be too embarrassed to even look at someone in the eye.”
“If she was someone who cared about something like that, she wouldn’t have kissed a slave there.”
“Is she Young Lady Bailey? My friend said she’s a really well-behaved model student. What made her do a 180?”
It was okay up to there. If Lara was in their position, she would also have said similar words. But the words that followed after that were very ridiculous.
“Did she sleep with him?”
“Of course, didn’t you see that slave’s face and body? I’m pretty sure she bought him so she can use him at night. Just look at her now, I bet she just enjoyed her sweet time with him.”
“She must be out of her mind. Is she a beast or something?”
It was not bad. If their gazes were swords, then their tongues were birds. The criticisms and gossip about her will fly with their tongues and go everywhere in Hautean, rumors are bound to be exaggerated and overstated. If this happens a few more times, she’ll be called an irredeemable brat.
Lara has already lived in the mouth of countless people in her past life. At that time, she was anxious and tired every day because of the obsession that she should not do anything that would get her on the wrong side of other people. She had to look like a perfect saintess, and that no one should know that she was a fake.
She could only have a kind face, say kind words, and do kind deeds. She could not even laugh to her heart’s content, nor could she even express how much she hated someone. Even her breathing was an act.
Because she had to get compliments.
But when she faced the gossip that was pouring toward her head-on, it was not painful, nor did it make her feel distressed, it did not even make her tremble in fear.
It felt hollow.
“Milady.”
Konny grabbed Lara’s clothes and whispered to her to go faster. She seemed worried that Lara might be hurt.
“I’m fine.”
She meant it when she said she was fine.
Lara turned around and looked at Konny once. She turned her head again and looked at the young noblewomen who were murmuring about her. She felt the need to pour fuel on the fire so they would spread the scandal about her with passion and sincerity.
“I don’t care. They must be painfully jealous because I managed to buy the coolest slave in the arena. What can they do? They were the ones who had no eye for slaves. If they want to curse at me behind my back, let them do so.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s not like my slave will become ugly when they gossip. The more they do that, the more famous I will be.”
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Lara did not lower her voice. It looked like she was talking to Konny, but it was actually intended for them. If they had any sense, they would also realize that.
“They could not even say a word in front of me.”
The young noblewomen who were whispering looked at Lara with a stiff face.
“If they’re jealous, just say it to my face.”
After saying her last words, Lara took a step toward the entrance. She looked like her mother, Isadora—looking chic and sharp. When she raised her chin and lowered her eyes, she looked like an arrogant cat or a fierce lynx.
A straight waist, a wide stride, and a relaxed smile around her mouth. Lara walked confidently through the crowd that was divided into two sides. This was a losing battle for the one who envied. In that sense, Lara was confident not to lose.
Her carriage had arrived.
It was not the carriage that Lara originally rode, but the one sent by her father. Marquess of Bailey sent knights on the carriage to watch his daughter, but in the eyes of other young noblewomen, it only seemed that a real knight came to pick up Lara because she was from a house of high status.
“Let’s go.”
Lara returned to Marquess of Bailey’s manor with the frightened Konny.
Contrary to what she was worried about, Marquess of Bailey was not so angry. He seemed to think that the portrait could be redrawn.
“I fired the painter. Throw away that vulgar dress, too. I have already called another painter and dress designer, so make sure you get up early tomorrow morning.”
Lara did not answer him.
She was just sitting motionlessly and staring at her father’s face.
“Don’t ever go to the arena again. Once people start talking about it, it’s only a matter of time before you lose the reputation that you have built so far. I’d rather you go to the reading club or embroidery club.”
Lara still did not answer him.
Marquess of Bailey ought to be wondering about his daughter’s attitude, which was not as obedient as usual, but he just kept on saying what he had to say.
“You have to be at the temple in the morning in three days. Prince Sidhar will be there. Wear a modest dress, cover your face with a veil, and pretend that you’ve been praying all night in front of the statue of God. I have bribed the priest there and he will get the story straight.”
After coming back to the past and knowing everything, facing her father, Lara realized that he was such an incredible person. Not only did he dig up his preferences thoroughly so that his daughter would catch the Prince’s eyes, but he also grasped the Prince’s movements and followed him accordingly.
He even bribed a priest to lie with him.
“You’re so diligent.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
Lara just nodded.
In the past, she would have been very happy and vowed to be a woman who suits Prince Sidhar’s preference. But now she saw things that she did not see then, and that made her think a lot. Her father, Marquess of Bailey, had a very well-managed appearance that overshadowed the fact that he was middle-aged.
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If it were not for his fancy, aristocratic look, people would think he was a saint somewhere. His face was so kind that anyone could show goodwill if he had only kept his mouth shut. But all that came out of his mouth was dirty and vulgar worlds.
What’s more ridiculous, he was genuinely known as a man of good nature outside of the house.