“How can I trust the Royal Constabulary?”
“Haven't we already made a deal?
I think we've built some trust.”
Heughan was referring to the bitter medicine for Isaac's eyes.
In fact, Scarlett received the method to obtain the medicine from the Royal Police, which enabled Isaac to partially regain his sight.
Paradoxically, this deal had built a measure of trust.
Heughan tore up the report in front of her, then took out another report, signed it, and handed it to her: “Here it is.”
Scarlett took the report.
He would assert that Evil Crimson tried to stab Issac first, while toning down all references to Issac's violence.
Scarlett looked at the cup of tea in front of her, and Heughan continued: “Drink it.”
Scarlett took a deep, slow breath.
She asked: “If I drink it, will it erase my memory?”
"Rather, it extracts memories.
Erasing part of the memory is just a side effect."
“Ah...”
A dejected look appeared on Scarlett's face.
"So, I didn't go crazy because I felt guilty for betraying Victor.
I really didn't remember anything?"
“Yes, that's true”
Scarlett blamed herf for a moment for doubting her sanity.
Then she grabbed the cup and said, “Don’t mess with Isaac anymore.”
“Okay”
Scarlett drank the cold tea in one sip and headed for the door, but the Royal Police prevented her from opening it.
"Stay a little longer.
The medicine should take effect," Heughan said calmly.
“Okay”
Scarlett stood still.
The policeman guarding the door hesitated, then said: “You will forget this, but you, Miss Scarlett, have remained loyal to Mr.
Victor.”
Scarlett responded in a somber voice to his consoling words: “I wish Victor had come here then...”
Her lips trembled, and she smiled hazyly: “If he had abandoned his honor and come to see me even just once...”
“If not, you wouldn't be a target.”
Heughan joked.
Scarlett nodded weakly: “I lived with a really cold man...”
While she was muttering, she felt a headache and swayed.
The policeman guarding the door rushed to support her: “Are you okay?”
The policeman whose eyes met hers was a young man about her age, with healthy skin.
It was horrific that there were good people in an organization doing despicable things.
Scarlett thought that maybe they saw their actions as mere orders, and were not evil themves.
“I'm fine”
She regained her balance with difficulty.
Three or four hours later, the Royal Police finally opened the door.
Scarlett got out with the help of the two policemen, trying to hold on to her memories: I must remember.
I have to remember what happened today.
First I checked that Isaac's report had been changed.
Then she glanced at Isaac in custody.
Because of his upbringing in a violent environment, Isaac seemed to have no difficulty using violence.
She had to do something about it.
First, I have to deal with Issac's violence.
Then I'll talk to my husband...no, my ex-husband.
I will tell him that I did not betray him, but rather he betrayed me.
I will get angry and say that.
Only after saying that did she feel that she would be able to tell Victor how much pain she felt then.
How scary it was to wake up in a hotel with no memories.
More than that, the greatest fear was the realization that she could not depend on the husband she loved.
And she, in fact, really hated him for not believing in her.
She left the house carrying a handbag containing only her wallet.
I grabbed a passing D.C. policeman and asked, “Excuse me, can I borrow a pen and paper?”
She was going to write something down before she forgot it.
The policeman responded enthusiastically: “Of course!”
He grabbed a pen from the desk and searched for some unused paper.
Scarlett belatedly notices that a Royal Constable is watching from outside the police station.
She realized that even if she wrote something, it would be taken away from her.
The policeman said: "Sorry, there's no unused paper.
Shall I just lend you the pen?"
Scarlett looked at him and asked, “What?”
“The pen.
Didn’t you ask to borrow it?”
Her eyes flashed when he offered her the pen, then she smiled: “It’s okay.”
I saluted the policeman and left the station.
I sat in a daze on a bench in the square.
When she regained consciousness, it was midnight.
She got up from the seat, asking, “What am I doing here?”
She muttered to herf and hurried towards the house.
As she walked, she tried to remember when she had sat there.
In the morning, she heard from her husband's tailor that cufflinks had arrived at the store, so she went early to pick them up.
She remembered taking it, but woke up to find that night had fallen, and her bag had no buttons.
Scarlett looked at the clock tower, and felt her heart sink.
I ran towards the private carriageway.
It was past ten in the evening.
“What should I do...”
Most likely, Victor was asleep by now, and might not have noticed her absence.
But her tardiness made her nervous.
She wiped away her falling tears in fear.
“I've never come home so late before...”
Fortunately, I found a private cart quickly.
"To Domfelt's house, please!" she cried hurriedly.
The Domfelt family home was usually quiet, but today it had been noisy since the morning.
Marina Domfelt, Victor's mother, was ecting a dress for a charity gala organized by Nina Hunter.
As Victor expected, Marina was very pleased to be participating in a social event after a long time.
She spent the whole day choosing clothes for the party.
She enjoyed trying on different clothes, but her mental state was not stable enough to make decisions, so Victor would make decisions for her.
Marina came out with a new dress and an excited face: “Victor, I grew up in the royal palace, and that was completely different.”
“Which side are you on, mom?”
Victor replied indifferently, raising an empty bottle of wine.
A startled maid rushed over.
Normally, the maid would have been expected to ask to refill the bottle before her employer emptied it, but Victor didn't give her the chance, drinking whatever was put in front of him.
Leaning on the table with crossed legs, he had drunk enough to kill an ordinary man.
While the maid was bringing a new bottle, Marina said with a dreamy face: “When I was little, the palace seemed like the whole world...
I used to run through it, and when the children of the royal family gathered on a luxurious carpet, my late aunt would read us stories.
Oh, she was a wonderful storyteller.”
Victor listened to that story, which he had heard a thousand times, with one ear out and out the other, waiting for the wine.
After a while, Blight entered instead of wine: “Sir, fragrant tea has arrived.
Would you like it?”
“I said bring the wine.”
Victor replied without looking at him, and Blight bowed and couldn’t help but insist: “Okay, I’ll get the wine.”
He needed the wine to listen to Marina's stories repeated as if they were new, but today was too much.
Blight left with a worried face.
A maid appeared carrying a bottle of wine and a new cup and said: “A normal person dies if he drinks like this...”
“Master is not an ordinary human being.”
“However, his sense of taste is weak, can’t we get water?”
“Not that weak”
Victor Domfelt was an indifferent business owner.
Among employers, indifferent people were considered above average.
And those who used violence but paid on time were average.
So, no servant would want Victor to die by drowning in wine.
Victor was picky.
If Marina chose a dress, he did not like the shoes, and if he chose shoes, he did not like the hat.
Even with the long-awaited social event, Marina, exhausted from changing clothes all day, began to become violent: “Are you trying to strangle me with clothes?”
“Is this possible?”
“I'm bored”
“A little more”
“True, I shouldn't trust you.
You've always hated me.”
Marina spoke with wide-eyed eyes, and Victor emptied the remaining glass of whiskey and replied: “This is impossible.”
“You devil”
Victor looked at his mother who was staring at him and said, “You are beautiful.”
That was true.
Victor's gorgeous face was a perfect combination of his parents.
His mother still possessed a dazzling beauty.
After repeated rejections, he finally manages to hide Marina's madness.