Theresa reacted quickly, but unfortunately, she couldn’t do much, only feeling a chill from her scalp all the way down to the soles of her feet.
"Ha ha ha..." Hughes sheathed his sword, his mood pleasant, "Dear sister, you see, I told you long ago that your kindness is built on countless bones and will eventually turn against you. You didn’t believe me."
"No, I didn’t know," Theresa shook her head in bewilderment, her eyes red from crying. Even now, she could still perform perfectly, act.
"I wanted to save them, why, why? They were so young. They hadn’t committed any faults."
"Why, then, did you cause their deaths?" Hughes asked with a smirk.
"Brother, what are you suggesting?" Theresa posed indignantly, "They were your maids."
"Yes! They were my maids, what do they have to do with you? You should have used your own people for your displays, why do you always like to perform using others?"
Hughes suddenly stepped closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, "No one should touch my belongings. You touched them, and now it’s either you die, or they die. But since you are my dear sister! You won’t die, so they had only death left."
"Hehehe..." Hughes sneered, "You see, they would rather die right away than let you trample on them to uphold your good reputation for kindness."
"I didn’t, I didn’t know, I really didn’t know," Theresa was incredibly aggrieved.
"Dear sister, why put on an act? The backlash has already come. I may have a reputation for being brutal, but your reputation isn’t good now either," Hughes said with a chilling expression.
"The Duchess of Imoles has openly torn into you while also offending the Eighth Fleet and the Guardian Duke, two major factions. You really are capable."
"What do you mean?" Theresa asked, feigning innocence.
Hughes gave her a look, mockingly said, "Seeing you , I can’t tell if you genuinely don’t know or are pretending not to know, especially since you’ve always been such a good actress."
"Brother, how can you say that about me?" Theresa was almost in tears, "I have always been sincere with you. If I have done anything wrong, tell me, and I will surely change."
"All right, drop this act."
Hughes waved his hand impatiently, "You are competing with me for the Imperial Throne. Acting only makes me feel disgraced to have such an adversary."
Theresa clenched her lips tightly as tears surged in her eyes.
Crying was a guise, but inside, her hatred was enough to make her spit blood.
Damn it! Hughes was getting increasingly arrogant. He used to bear the brunt silently whenever she manipulated him into a setback. This time, however, he dared to show his true colors and even made the maid commit suicide to plot against her.
Hughes used to be arrogant and proud, always looking down on her petty schemes. How could he have changed so much after just one trip?
Could it be that Fu Xing had really sided with him completely?
This thought made Theresa shiver uncontrollably.
"Alright, I called you here because there is something I need you to do."
"Please tell me, Brother."
"Mervin and Celia have both been assassinated, and all the nobles have visited them. Our Royal Family hasn’t yet. How about you represent the Royal Family and pay them a visit?"
Theresa’s eyes lit up, but she quickly calmed down, looking suspiciously at Hughes, "Why me? Why don’t you go?"