Operation Red Book

Chapter 209 Unfounded Accusations 2

"Count Vincent Waite has already been engaged to another countess. As long as I am here, you will always be a shameful mistress."

"Not to mention Dorian, he is my child and the young master of the MacMillan Manor. He will enter into a marriage contract with the princess of a neighboring country and add glory to the Emerson family."

"Are you saying that I want to use my body to cling to you powerful people?"

"Of course I know what you guys are thinking! All the troubles Lucas got into when he was alive were because of those women who had no self-respect!"

"I don't want to be a countess! And I won't have any improper relationship with them!"

"Those women! It's all because of those women! From the princesses in the royal family to the flower girls on the street!"

"What does it have to do with me! What does Lucas have to do with me!"

"It's because of you damned scum that you caused his death and ruined my family's honor! For so long, I have been supporting it alone, all by myself!"

"What does this have to do with anything!"

"Of course it matters!"

Mrs. Emerson stood up from the sofa. The sound of rain outside the window intensified the tension between the two.

Ivy and her hair were both messy, their faces were livid, they glared at each other and gasped.

After a long moment, Mrs. Emerson stood up.

She closed her eyes and raised her head, two lines of tears rolled down her eyes and gathered into drops at the corner of her jaw.

"You can never imagine the impact of a scandal. No one wants to greet you, no one wants to associate with you."

Her voice was steady and her intonation gentle.

"Because of the rumors, you are just a rat crossing the street...Everyone holds a long stick, and they look at you with different eyes, curious, disgusted, happy, and malicious, but the mood is the same - they want to know what your end will be."

"It's either to be beaten to death and never stand up again, to escape an ambush and barely survive in the sewers, or to stand up and become a king, looking down on all living things."

"I believe your choice is the same as mine."

Mrs. Emerson stood up and walked towards Ivy who was standing by the wall.

The moon-white antique teacup with gold rim was held in her palm, and white steam rose up, bewildering the lady's delicate face.

Ivy's body was still stiff, pain flowing through her veins. She was already dizzy and had no strength left.

My vision was blurry, except for those eyes that were pressing me closely.

Those eyes were beautiful and sparkling, sparkling with tears of guilt and hiding a cruel stubbornness. Ivy thought of rose dewdrops under the moonlight.

"Bang--"

"Ah-ah-ah-"

"Madam! Madam, how are you!"

"I just wanted her to tell Mr. Zhu that the Chinese at the dock should not be too arrogant... She just snatched my teacup and splashed it on my face..."

"Madam, your face is burning! Call the doctor! Go and call Master Andrew and Master Dorian! Go!"

"Ms. Ivy was just anxious and accidentally spilled the tea. Don't scare her..."

"Mother! How are you?"

"Ms. Ivy!"

"Christine, don't go over there!"

"This ignorant little bitch! How dare she pour scalding hot tea on the face of the distinguished Duchess!"

"Calm down! Send Miss Ivy out of the manor first. Someone is waiting to pick her up at the door."

"She is a criminal who hurt the lady. She should be stripped of her clothes and thrown into the dungeon!"

"Why is she motionless? She must be frozen in fear. Lowly civilians are just wimps."

"Who is this... a reporter from a newspaper? Hahahaha! Tomorrow's newspaper will be worth reading!"

"Don't touch her! You are not allowed to touch her! What have you done to Ivy? You are a bunch of traitors!"

"Where did this skinny monkey come from? Why didn't anyone stop him?"

"Don't touch her! Dorian! I'm disappointed in you! I'll take her away, I can hold her... Mr. Holmes, come and help me..."

At the end of her scattered consciousness, all the noise disappeared, the air around her ears seemed to be flowing, and Ivy could hear every inch of the movement of the dust.

"Joshua..."

It was as if her own voice was echoing in her mind, and she was unsure whether the signal could be transmitted to the trembling corners of her mouth.

The world was so dark that it didn't exist, and Ivy couldn't sense any color.

She floated aimlessly until she reached another end.