The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 290
Chapter 290
Translator: Yonnee
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The next morning, with the rising sun in the eastern sky, the knights of the Russell Marquisate arrived in Willingham.
As the massive warhorses trampled the dirt road, the ground shook with a thunderous sound, like a bolt of lightning crashing down.
The deep rumble awoke the residents of Willingham from their slumber, frightening them so much that some nearly wet themselves.
“Is there a war going on?”
“What in the world is happening…?”
However, the destination of the marquis’ knights was the Tilrod residence.
The first to sense that something was about to happen at the estate were, of course, the servants.
The servants, still groggy and unable to fully shake off their sleep, suddenly became wide awake the moment they spotted the knights forcing their way through the entrance of the estate.
No words were necessary.
They moved like lightning, each grabbing the items they had kept their eyes on.
The maids broke the locks on the cupboard and stuffed the few silverware pieces into their skirts, while the male servants greedily grabbed candlesticks and other valuable items.
And then there was Irene.
The maid of the Tilrod family, who had a red lump on her right cheek.
That lump was no longer red.
Ever since Radis had left the household, Irene had been pinched by Margaret every day, leaving her cheek constantly bruised and swollen, now a deep purple and twice its size.
Rubbing her painful cheek, Irene boldly opened the door to the master bedroom of the Tilrod couple.
It was quite noisy outside, but Margaret was still fast asleep, as if it were the middle of the night.
She had passed out after drinking herself into a stupor, waiting for Jurich, who had followed the mysterious White Mask the previous night.
Irene walked past the snoring Margaret and headed to her vanity table.
She found the key hidden between the cracks of the mirror and unlocked the vanity drawer.
Inside was a jewelry box, also locked.
The key to the box was inside Margaret’s personal safe, but there was no time for that.
Irene grabbed the entire jewelry box and ran to the lobby.
She threw it to the ground, shattering it.
Earrings and necklaces spilled out of the broken box.
Irene hastily scooped them up with her hands and began shoving them into the hands of the young maids, who were wandering about in confusion.
“What are you doing? Take these and run out the back door, now!”
Her shout snapped the young maids out of their daze.
Each grabbed a brooch or a single earring and scurried out of the Tilrod estate like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
All of this happened in the short time before the knights of the marquisate lined up in front of the estate after crossing the garden.
None of the servants were loyal enough to wake Margaret or Zade. None of them cared enough for their employers.
They were more concerned with grabbing whatever valuables they could and escaping.
In fact, the longer-serving employees seemed reluctant to leave, hoping to witness the cruel Margaret get her comeuppance.
Irene herded them out the back door.
“Hurry up! What are you waiting for, trying to get caught?”
“But you’ve suffered so much under her. Are you really just going to leave?”
Irene replied coldly,
“Those people are knights of the Russell Marquisate. Do you think they’ll let us off?”
The servants blinked stupidly at her words.
Irene explained again, more clearly,
“They’re on Lady Radis’s side. Is there anyone here who can stand confidently before her?”
At this, everyone fell silent.
What she said was the undeniable truth.
Everything they had endured had happened before Radis left the estate, and they had never once shown her any kindness despite Margaret’s relentless torment of her.
Irene bit her lip and said,
“In the end, we’re no different from Madam Margaret in Lady Radis’s eyes. Are we really in any position to stand around and watch? Even if we regret it now, nothing will change. The only thing we can do is leave this hellish place and try to live as best we can for as long as possible.”
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“What are you doing? Why are you doing this?!”
Margaret, barely dressed in a nightgown with a coat thrown over her shoulders, was dragged out by the rough hands of the knights.
Still drunk from the shock of his ‘eternal love’ being shattered in the worst possible way, Zade was also pulled out in the same manner.
“Ugh… I feel like I’m going to hurl… No, my head’s splitting… take it easy, please…”
Margaret and Zade were both dragged outside and forced to kneel on the dirt in front of the entrance by the Russell Marquisate’s knights.
The marquis himself, draped in a crimson cloak, rode slowly toward them on a black horse.
Even without greeting him, it was clear that the marquis was in a foul mood.
His beautiful red lips were twisted in disgust, and his grip on the reins was rough.
As a result, the black horse seemed to be just as agitated, refusing to stop easily, and instead, prancing in place as if it might trample the two kneeling figures underfoot.
The sound of the iron-shod hooves striking the dirt echoed loudly, and threatening snorts blew from the horse’s large nostrils.
Terrified, Margaret let out a piercing scream and flattened herself on the ground.
Zade, shielding her, shouted,
“W-What is the meaning of this?!”
“Do you still not understand your crime?”
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