
Damian returned to his room after dinner. He reviews today's activities in his personal notes and writes down some important news and gossip that he has heard today. Human beings are very easily influenced by emotions. With just a little bit of news, people are immediately triggered to become emotional. That's why his job is easy.
People just want to believe what they want to believe, and hear the things they want to hear. Damian was used to reading people's wishes. It was therefore not difficult for him to extract information from it with a covert persuasive approach.
Viscount Gausse had always prided himself on being an honest noble, but in reality, he was having an affair with his wife. Even the most honest people make mistakes.
“Suffering,” murmurs Damian slowly. He opened the balcony door and let the night breeze through his dark hair. Damian has dark gray eyes that look cute. Her hair was wavy, trimmed short, solely to make it more manageable. Damian's not very tall. Compared to his other two brothers, Damian is among those who have average height.
While breathing the night air, suddenly from under the balcony of his room on the second floor, Damian heard the whispers of people chatting. He looked down and found two of his house servants walking past Damian's room gossiping. Damian automatically sharpens his hearing, while still looking unconcerned.
“I have long suspected that Lady Arabela was tortured by her husband. The young Lord Castor had indeed been extremely sensitive the past few days. The matter in the Legislative Council made him easily angered. Let alone the tension with Duke,” said one of the sour-faced servants.
The other servant who was carrying the pile of new towels nodded in agreement. “Did you see the wounds on Lady Arabela's body? I was at a loss for words when I helped her change clothes. I wonder if Madam knows about this?”
The waiter carrying the towel shook his head while clucking sympathetically. “Indeed it is not easy to be a married woman,” comments concerned.
“Therefore I choose to spend my life working rather than having to take care of my husband,” said another. The two then giggled and waltzed away from Damian's balcony room.
Damian was stunned for a moment. The two servants were talking about the household of his first brother, Titus. Abel is the name of his sister's wife. The news of domestic violence is nothing new. Damian knows his brother well. Titus was not a patient person since childhood. He only pretends to be gentle in front of others, but he likes to vent his anger on weaker people.
Damian grunted softly. Should he talk to his mother about this? As the maid said, Madame Castor must have known about Titus' character and how her first brother tortured her. All this time, her mother had said nothing because in the eyes of Madam Castor, her children were the most precious. Whatever mistake Titus made will not be important to the hostess.
However, things might change if Damian intervenes. His mother loved Damian the most, and he realized it too. Madam Castor will trust and obey Damian's words, even if it's about her brother. Thanks to Damian too Balbina was eventually stubbornly sent to marry a Baron living in the south. From the moment of Balbina's departure, Castor's residence became quieter. No one else told Damian to do this.
“I'd better talk to mom tomorrow morning before breakfast,” Damian muttered with a smile.