Chapter 2

2.

“Young Master, come now, don’t stand there like such a fool. Everyone here has seen for themselves just how embarrassing you are.” A hoarse voice came from Hans, the Cordova family’s head butler. His demeanour was so haughty; his arrogant and patronising tone made it seem as though he were the young master himself. 

Behind him, dozens of high-society guests were once again whispering amongst themselves, laughing at the family heir who was notorious for his pitiful ‘stupidity’. 

“Tsk. Just look at yourself, Young Master. Your fiancée has just humiliated you in front of hundreds of guests, and you’re just standing there like a statue. If I were you, I’d have left ages ago and wouldn’t be showing my face here again!” 

Theodore turned slowly, gazing coldly at the figure beside him. 

In his previous life, it was this servant who, every night, brought drinks to Theodore’s room—drinks that Lily had secretly laced with a slow-acting poison for a whole year. 

Hans had betrayed him for an unknown sum of money he’d received from Lily and Gerald.