The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 21
Viscountess Anton let go of her doubts and spoke gently to comfort Margaret, slightly patting the other woman’s arm.
“It’ll be good if you do that.”
“Of course. I’ll do exactly that.”
While listening to the other wives, Margaret laughed inwardly.
For her, Radis’ reputation—and her entire future, for that matter—was no more important than eye booger.
Therefore, she had no guilt whatsoever.
She was much more concerned with protecting David and the household name.
To the point that Radis was truly nothing to her.
When the conversation lulled for a moment, Jurich pulled on Margaret’s sleeve.
“Oh, my daughter! What’s the matter?”
“Look at Radis over there.”
With her fan, Jurich pointed to the corner of the banquet hall near the ladies’ water closet.
Radis stood alone among the pillars, very far from other people.
When they looked closely at what she was doing, they saw that she was staring at the balcony on the second floor.
“Does she have no shame? Does she think she’ll be able to seduce anyone looking like that?”
Jurich covered her face with both hands.
“Ah! So embarrassing!”
“Others feel shame for her, but she herself is so shameless.”
Margaret’s eyes twinkled in glee as she looked sideways at the banquet hall. She stroked Jurich’s head, then spoke.
“Go and meet up with your friends.”
“What about you, Mom?”
Margaret’s eyes sparkled insidiously.
“I’ll give her a taste of reality.”
‘The Russell family holds subjugations regularly, but sometimes their knights are sent as back-up for Imperial subjugations. Will they be there? Of course, they wouldn’t know me now, but maybe I could join the subjugation. It’s not like there weren’t any women at all. If I could just meet that person and take the test…’
Radis was looking around in search of a familiar face, but her expression hardened as she realized that Margaret, with her lips pulled up into a wide smile, was walking towards her.
And beside Margaret, a man was escorting her.
Perhaps they were talking about Radis.
“She’s here now, but the moment we separated, she can’t socialize at all. That child is really lacking.”
“Haha, that’s how most young ladies are.”
“Will you escort Radis, Huber?”
“It is my honor.”
Margaret came closer to Radis and stared right at her. She grabbed Radis’ arm as tightly as possible, then whispered quickly.
“What are you doing right now.”
“What do you mean nothing!”
With a distorted expression, Margaret exclaimed.
“Do you think I don’t know what’s on your mind? You look like a woman from the streets while looking up at the second floor with slutty eyes!”
Radis frowned at the unexpected insult.
She glanced a lot towards the second floor, but she wasn’t the only one. In fact, most of the people gathered on the first floor were looking up.
In particular, there were many young ladies buzzing around underneath the balcony hoping to see even a shadow of the third prince.
Radis shook off Margaret’s hand and was about to shout.
“Just what did—!”
Margaret covered Radis’ lips.
“Don’t you dare humiliate me here!”
Radis shook off that hand as well.
But she couldn’t say anything more to Margaret. A little ways away, Huber was looking at them with a curious glance.
Margaret spoke as though she was sincerely advising her.
“Wake up and face reality. That guy is perfect for you. He’s my gift to you because you looked oh-so-lonely.”
Margaret clutched Radis’ forearm as though she wanted to tear it off.
Then, with a very low voice, she whispered.
“There’s a rumor that he’s quite rich even if he looks like that. Isn’t this too good to be true for you? Good luck. You never know, maybe you can get married to a rich man who wouldn’t need to receive any dowry. If it’s like that, then I’d finally feel rewarded to have a daughter like you.”
Throughout Margaret’s verbal abuse, Radis grew pale, then she pulled Radis towards Huber. She disappeared with a huge smile on her lips.
‘Is that really something a mother would say?’
As she watched Margaret’s retreating figure, Radis shook her head.
‘No. I don’t need to be hurt again.’
Then, Huber faced her.
“My, oh my. I haven’t introduced myself yet. I am Huber Cradium.”
Radis turned her gaze at the man.
‘This guy, Huber. He’s here, too.’
She knew him.
Of course, he was someone that the twenty-six-year-old Radis knew, not the sixteen-year-old Radis.
As she recalled these memories, she almost snorted.