Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 71

Amily knocked on the door of Count Abellard's room 10 times in a row, as a code that the one who knocked was herself or Mary, as they had agreed.

In his hand was a tray of food and drinks.

Chequelek

The sound of the door lock playing from inside.

Amily opened the door and quickly entered. Once the girl was inside, the door was closed again by the person behind the door.

"Monsieur Marc, Mme Maria asked me to bring you some food."

Marc, who was still standing by the door, nodded his head and took the tray from Amily's hand. "Thank you" he said.

"Do you need anything else?"

"No" answered Marc briefly.

"You must be very tired of being cooped up like this" the girl commented concernedly.

"Not really," replied Marc still short and expressionless.

Amily let out an impatient sigh. This guy's too stiff. Standing upright like a statue that holds a tray.Padahat there is no harm if sharing complaints with others.

Given the dangerous situation they are facing right now, Amily feels compelled to look after each other and be a good partner.

"I can help you if you need something" he said.

"no need. I don't need anything."

Amily watched the man for a moment. Marc didn't sit back and enjoy the food. Is there really anything this guy wants to say?

"Monsieur, if there's anything you're worried about, just tell me. Who knows I can help you find a solution."

"No. Nothing I'm worried about."

Amily silently grumbled in her heart. This guy is really hard to understand.

"Why do you just stand waiting?

"I need to lock the door after you get out."

Immediately the sweet face of Amily red was extinguished from shame. It turned out that Marc kept standing because he was waiting for him to come out.

"All right then. Excuse me first" he said as he quickly turned around and walked out of the room.

Marc is completely different from his sister. Mlle Gaulle is very friendly and warm. But Marc is like a robot and talks a little.

Amily's feet continued to step away from the door of the room which had now been sealed shut by the man. Looks like he has to see Maria, to ask what else he should do after this. He could not disappoint Mlle Gaulle and Monsieur Count who had asked for his help.

***

In the living room, Lady Angelia is with her parents. It seems they are talking about something important. Seen from the look of their faces are serious and full of ambition.

"You should talk about it now, Sweet heart!" the Duchess of Medwin (mother of Lady Angelia).

"But Abellard is now nowhere to be found, Mommy."

"Can't be found how? You are his future wife. Where can there be a boundary between you?" the Duke of Medwin protest.

"Your father is right, my dear. You can't waste time. Before the wedding, Monsieur Comte must be willing to buy us land in the North. We've given them land for the Countess' new business, so it's time we ask for something."

From the look on her face, Lady Angelia seemed to object to the wishes of her parents.

"But Mommy .. haven't we also received an injection of funds from the Countess for the purchase of land in Paris? We should've been even."

"That's not true, which might break even with the money they gave it. My land is more expensive than the money they give me!" the Duke of Medwin was upset.

"Daddy, this marriage is not just about taking advantage of each other. But also my love. I love Count Abellard and want to marry her without a hitch!"

The Duke of Medwin looked at his daughter impatiently.

"Yes, Daddy understands how you feel. But you love him for his perfection. If he hasn't given his best to you, how can he be the perfect man? So from this moment on you have to make it royal to you!"

Lady Angelia was silent. What his father said made sense. Abellard was perfect because of her wealth. It seemed that perfection was incomplete if the Count was stingy with him.

"Alright, Daddy. I'll try" replied the girl at last.

The Duke of Medwin immediately smiled brightly at his daughter's reply.

"You are a filial child. Not like your brother who doesn't have that brain! Suddenly left when his sister was getting married! If he's ashamed that he doesn't have a partner yet, he should want to be betrothed!"

Lady Angelia was silent. He did not want to tell the truth, that his brother had not just left, but had been dishonorably expelled by Count Abellard. Because he did not want his parents to be angry with the Count and cancel their marriage.

Behind the large statue that stood upright not far from the seat of the British noble family, Amily hid with glaring eyes.

Just now he was about to look for Mary in the spacious sitting room, but his ears inadvertently heard the shameful deliberation of the distinguished men. But it was not because of the deliberation that made her beautiful eyes enlarged, but because Lady Angelia would soon meet Monsieur Count.

Amily immediately left the room silently and walked in a hurry towards the Hall. His heart was so grateful to find that kind woman there.

But his steps immediately stopped, when he saw the Countess was also there.

He had to find an excuse to get Mary to leave the hall immediately in order to tell him the truth.

The girl paced back and forth with a panicked heart. What's he supposed to say? There's not much time. Perhaps Lady Angelia was currently heading to the Comte Abellard's room. And only Mary could have prevented the woman.

A few seconds later Amily suddenly stopped with a serious face. He found an idea. Yes, he found a reason that would make Mary follow him immediately. Especially if it's not bad news about Monsieur Comte?

"Ma Maria!" call him while approaching in a hurry.

Maria looked. His eyebrows seemed to be linked to the panic of Amily. "What's Amily?"

"Monsieur Count, ma'am! Monsieur Comte seems to have a stomachache."

"What?!" exclaim Maria.

No. gabe. It was not only Mary who exclaimed in shock, but Mme Aamber as well.

Amily surprised. He did not remember that the one who would be very panicked to hear the bad news of Monsieur the Count was precisely the Countess.

How stupid of him!

Amily Instantly cursed her stupidity in the heart. Why did he even make their play threatened to be discovered?

Amily seemed frozen in the place where she stood.

In his demeanor, he saw the two women running away from the hall.

***

Naeva holds the body of Jean who walks to her house behind the farm.

Abellard followed behind them by pulling her horse.

The hut they were heading to was actually not worth calling home, because the condition was more dilapidated than a broken cage.

"You live here?" Naeva looked concerned.

"Yes, I live here. Only this building was given to the Rancher for his employees. I lived with my father, but for a few days he had run away and never came home" Jean replied. The woman no longer hid her weakness like before. It seemed that he had been very tired of enduring his bitter life and pretending to be strong.

"He left after messing things up" he said.

"How long has your family been working for that rancher?"

"It's been a long time, if not wrong before we worked in Marseille."

Naeva helps Jean open the wooden door of the hut and lets the woman inside.

Terribly empty. There are only two chairs and a cooking stove. Naeva gulped down the saliva with a feeling of being full of seeing it. It turned out to be as bad as the place where Amily and Jean lived all this time.

Jean shook her frail body on one of the chairs while grimacing, enduring the pain at the corner of her lips that had been hurt by a violent slap from her ruthless employer.

Abellard came in after tying her horse. The Comte's feelings were as filled as Naeva's when he saw the condition of the hut.

After taking a breath, the man approached. Pulling the other seat and sitting opposite his former servant who immediately lowered his head.

"Jean, I'll be straightforward. Our arrival here is to pick you up."

Jean immediately raised her face with a surprised look.

"I want you to testify who the real culprit who poisoned Naeva's food at the time" Abellard continued with a straight look.

Jean was silent for a moment. Then slowly his shoulders seemed to shake. Jean was crying again.

Naeva looked at him pity. The woman had turned very fragile. Little crying.

"We don't blame you, Jean. I know, you decided to give that false testimony for Amily's sake. So that the person who threatened you didn't get Amily fired and sent home. After seeing the situation here, I really understand your fear," Naeva said with a chest that felt tight with pity.

Jean wiped her tears.

"I'm crying out of regret, M'mselle. I'm so guilty of you. Maybe the bitterness I experienced after coming home was because of karma. Because I've made you suffer," the woman said.

Naeva. His throat felt choked. He doesn't know what to say. Abellard's too.

"Lady Angelia, Monsieur." Jean's gaze turned to Abellard. "It was Lady Angelia who asked me to confess to being the perpetrator and threatened to get my sister fired."

Abellard nodded. "I already know. Then I came to bring you to testify."

"I will testify, Monsieur. I will tell the truth before the Countess and everyone. No matter how much the Countess would punish me for lying. I promise to keep testifying" the woman said.

His eyes seemed bright and full of confidence. "Finally .. I can make up for the guilt that has haunted my soul all the time."