Chapter 87


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    Rest upstairs? Getting rested to fulfill his desire to bear his child?


    Preferring not to dwell on such humiliating thoughts while idle, she shook her head and said, “I’d rather


    stick


    to weeding.”


    “Violet!” Lucius exploded in anger. His shout was so loud that it made the dining room tremble.


    Violet stopped in her tracks and asked in confusion. “You’re calling me…”


    Before she could finish, she realized he must be putting on an act, perhaps afraid of identally calling


    Agatha” in front of Regina. So, he was addressing her as Violet even in private.


    Lucius, too, realized his slip after calling out her name, then quickly changed his tone, “With the speed


    you weed, it would take a year to finish. I’ve hired professionals to handle it. From today on, you stay at


    home. If you’re bored, go keep Grandmapany!”


    Hearing this, Violet was even more convinced of her suspicion. She touched her nose and went


    upstairs. listlessly.


    She didn’t visit Regina’s room; the old woman’s endless questioning about whether she was pregnant


    would only add to her misery and guilt.


    Instead. she returned to her room, sitting on the bay window, nkly staring at thewn outside.


    +15 BONOS


    She sat for an unknown length of time, and when she came to her senses, the day had already turned


    to dusk.


    The door slowly opened from behind, and Lucius, who she hadn’t seen since breakfast, walked in.


    He saw her engulfed by the twilight, indistinct and shadowy, feeling an unexined difort in his


    heart.


    “What are you looking at?” he asked softly, his tone gentler than ever.


    Violet gave a bitter mile, burdened with her thoughts, and replied nonchntly, “Just looking.”


    Could she tell him she didn’t want to have children this way and that she wanted to leave?


    He came over and sat beside her on the window seal, making the space feel cramped. “Violet, if I gave


    you a chance to be Violet, what would you do?”