Chapter 760: Chapter 760: Losing the Vest
Nancy saw Marian not cooperating and saying such childish things, and she almost lost control and rolled her eyes at Marian.
"How can you think of me like this? I’m doing this for your own good. You know that Claude is different from us. His mother was father’s original wife, and I heard that his mother was forced to death by one of father’s mistresses through some means. Although it wasn’t our mother who did it, to him, our mother is no different from the woman who forced his mother to death." Nancy looked into Marian’s eyes and said with a worried expression.
"Since he hates our mother, how can he be good to us? Ignoring us might already be a form of restraint. Just now, Norman merely rolled his eyes at him, and he was kicked out. You should know what happens to those who are kicked out. He just doesn’t want Norman to live. From his attitude towards Norman, you should be able to see his attitude towards us. He actually came to you just now, I’m afraid he wants to harm you."
Nancy thought her words were heartfelt enough, and even if Marian disliked her, she should feel empathy and stand united against a common enemy. Little did she know that Marian looked at Nancy not with empathy, but with a faint trace of wariness.
"Why are you looking at me like that? What did I say wrong?" Nancy felt uneasy under Marian’s gaze and couldn’t help but move deeper into the couch.
"Are you the one with a problem in your head, or do you think there’s something wrong with mine?" Marian looked at Nancy blankly, a signature mocking smile faintly lining her lips.
"What do you mean by that? How can you think of me like this?" Nancy gestured with her hands.
"You better save it. We both know what kind of person you are. From the moment I saw you in this villa, I disliked you. I’ve done so many things against you, can you not hold a grudge? Can you sincerely want to help me? Can you genuinely worry for me? Don’t joke. If there were a chance to kill me now, you’d probably be the first to take it." Marian gave Nancy a sidelong glance and rolled her eyes, moving to the other end of the couch to distance herself from Nancy.
"I’m someone who may not be as clever as you smart ones, but there’s one good thing about me: I have a good memory. I remember everyone I’ve wronged. Even if I’m about to die, I wouldn’t seek help from those I’ve offended, because I know they wouldn’t help me, and it would be lenient and merciful if they didn’t kick me while I’m down."
Marian took a box of ladies’ cigarettes from a hidden compartment under the coffee table. Her slender, pale fingers pulled one out, lit it, and she half-closed her eyes, inhaling slowly, her expression obscured by the swirling smoke.
"I suppose you’re curious as to why I dislike you so much, right? It’s actually quite simple. I hate that you obviously act like a bitch, with a heart as fierce as a snake or scorpion, yet pretend to be pure and harmless. You’re clearly the young lady of this family, yet you act weaker than the maids here. Do you think that would earn father’s sympathy, make him like you? Please, does father even bother with you?"
Marian sneered, looking through layers of smoke at Nancy’s face, which still maintained a façade of weakness. Suddenly, a malicious delight surged in her heart. "Oh, don’t look at me with that expression. Remember when there was a maid in this manor who was so arrogant? She mocked your background in front of all of us, stole your belongings, threw her work at you to bully you. Do you remember her?"
Hearing Marian suddenly bringing up the past, a hint of confusion appeared on Nancy’s face, unsure if such a person ever appeared in her life.
Seeing Nancy’s expression, Marian knew she couldn’t remember, and couldn’t help but let out another sneer, especially grating in the empty room.
"I knew you’d forget. After all, she was just one of many who died by your hands. Of course, you wouldn’t bother remembering a dead person. That maid was accused by you of stealing father’s stuff, had her hands cut off, then was killed by the wolves you kept. After that incident, you never kept dogs again. But I saw it. I saw you sneak father’s belongings into her room, and I saw you secretly stuffing dog food into that maid’s pocket."
Marian exhaled a smoke ring towards Nancy’s face. "From that day on, I knew what kind of person you are, so stop pretending to be weak with me. I know what kind of nature lies beneath this skin of yours, so get lost." Marian pointed to her door, her expression turning completely cold.
Nancy sat steadily on the couch, the weak expression on her face gradually fading. It was still the same appearance, yet the temperament was completely different from before, just seeing it sends chills down the spine, knowing she’s not someone to mess with.
"So you were talking about that incident. I wondered what it was. It’s been so long, if you hadn’t mentioned it, I genuinely would have forgotten." Nancy slid the cigarette box from Marian’s side to hers, took out a cigarette in front of Marian, lit it skillfully, and started smoking.
"I didn’t expect you to see that incident. After all, it was my first time killing someone. Back then I was too young, and since it was my first time, I left many flaws. I regretted it after it was done. I was afraid of being kicked out of this family, but surprisingly, no one investigated because of the maid’s low status, and I was let off lightly. Later, it became unimportant, and I forgot. If you hadn’t brought it up today, I might have really forgotten about her."
"Why are you telling me this?" Marian looked at Nancy with vigilant eyes.
"You’ve seen it anyway, so there’s no point in pretending in front of you. It’s quite tiring." Nancy flicked the ash off her cigarette, speaking nonchalantly.
"I’m leaving, but this trip wasn’t entirely fruitless. From now on, you’d better be careful. People who know my secret don’t usually live long. So, cherish your life now." Nancy stood up from the couch and even gave Marian a tap on the shoulder, leaving Marian with a cool smile and a slender back.
The door closed, and the tension Marian had been holding finally relaxed.