The Duke's Substitute Wife
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The sound of the underground lash echoed in that soundproof room. There was no translucent sunlight into the room there was only a burning Torch and the stinging smell of blood. The room was always used to punish the rebellious people in the Duke's residence.

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The sound of the lash continued to be floated up to 50 times. Viola just bit her lower lip and squeezed her dress. His head ached in addition to his two sore and sore calves.

"Heh, that family, what they think by giving me punishment will make me apologize. I'm not dead either." Grumpy Viola. He glanced at the bodyguard who was carrying out his orders. The aura is getting colder. The bodyguard always glanced at his eyes. For the first time, he felt fear seeing the streaks of fire in his eyes.

A few minutes later.

Viola felt astonished. His legs no longer felt pain. He turned his head to the right. "Is it done?" viola asked feeling his nervousness.

"Have been a mistress."

"Say dong, I shouldn't be tired of standing up. Heh, that's all you're capable of" Viola said as she set her foot. Instantly both feet were limp as if they had no energy.

Viola squeezed his knees with a bow, he stared at the dapan. Trying to walk as usual, no pain or soreness. "The Duke's family. I want to tear him into a peddle." He mumbled back to step.

Sayup-sayup he listened to the sound of crying with a pleading tone. Viola stopped his steps for a moment. Recalling that voice, he widened his eyes. Now he remembered, that voice. The voice of his servant Flora. Viola walked in a hurry. Both of his hands opened the solid door.

"Flora," call Viola as he walks towards her. He could not bear to see Flora who was struggling to ask for her meeting.

"Madam," Flora stood up she immediately grasped both hands of Viola. "Mrs sorry, I can't do anything. After this the madam can punish me. But for now the madam must treat the mistress's leg."

"Huh, just a wound like this I won't just die." Upset Viola.

He also extended his legs wide past Flora. Along the way, Viola saw the servants looking down on each other and some were whispering. Viola stopped his footsteps. Then glanced sharply to the left. Until the waiter lowered his head and left.

"Ck, boring," Viola continued his footsteps. Arriving at her room Viola saw the middle-aged man wearing a white coat and wearing glasses.

"Madam I was ordered to examine the madam and treat the mistress' wound." The middle-aged man spoke and looked down in fear.

"Who told you to?" ask Viola. He didn't tell Flora to call the doctor, did Flora tell him to? there was no way those two bastards were calling him he thought.

Viola smiled, what dream was he last night? Duke Cristin and Duke Arland call the Doctor. Oh, no more precisely, he was the one who harmed her.

"No need, just let Flora do it."

"But madam," the middle-aged man was so frightened given the cruelty of the two people. Just now he was about to be eaten by a lion, remembering the gazes and voices of the two men.

"I have not accepted rejection. Just tell him, don't spend useless money, heh." Viola looked at Flora, "Take me some medicine and you go." Viola said without looking at her.

"But nyo..."

Instantly the man silenced to see Viola's sharp gaze. Then hurried away leaving the two women.

"Why did the lady refuse him? madam's wounds need to be checked." said the worried Flora.

"Huh, I don't need. You better treat it." Viola headed to the sofa fig, he took a prone position and used both of his hands as pillows.

"Good, madam."

While on the other side.

It looks like the two people are sitting there daydreaming. I don't know what the two men were thinking that looked angry. Duke Arland was seen thinking of something, he was reminded of Viola's gaze. His heart was pounding, he did not like the look.

Same with Duke Cristin. He felt something strange in his eyes. It's not usually that Viola will fight him or his father. The princess who had always wanted to feel affection now showed a look of hate.

Maybe he has changed his mind.

"Master," the middle-aged man would report his examiner on the orders of the two people.

"How's it?" asked the suddenly worried Duke Arland.

"Di-he refused the master." he looked down.

The two people were wide-eyed, not that they were happy but that there was something strange in their hearts.