Chapter 346: Thirty-one There must be no panties under the skirt of a lady
Upon reading the word “father” from Hewinia’s lips, even the deeply scheming Hardock couldn’t help but reveal a look of astonishment in that instant.
Of course, his astonishment didn’t last long. Realizing this, he immediately regained composure, and then he cautiously glanced at Mandy, who was seated in the main chair.
Fortunately, Mandy noticed nothing, still leisurely admiring her own body, completely unaware of what was happening over here.
It’s good that it’s this fool.
Hardock’s hanging heart suddenly eased a great deal.
If it had been her husband here, the momentary “flaw” that Hardock had just revealed would have been far too dangerous.
But, what was that all about just now?
Hardock looked again at Hewinia, after all, her cry of “father” held too much information.
Since he had resolved to make a move against the Golden Score, how could he not thoroughly understand it? He naturally knew the Golden Score possessed the ability to turn into the devoured note’s appearance, and the fellow who had emerged from the Seed District had relied on this trait to survive to this day under the identity of Hewinia.
Was Hewinia’s recent call of father her way of telling him that she was not Hewinia but his daughter, Daphne?
At least, that’s what the word intended to convey.
But why had it turned into this situation?
What exactly happened last night? Why did Daphne follow him back to the Hailuo Family looking like Hewinia? What happened to the four Players he had sent out? Why had he received no news at all?
A series of questions surged into Hardock’s mind.
Of course, there was still the most important one.
Was she… really Daphne?
Hardock gazed at Hewinia, narrowing his eyes slightly.
As the head of the Treell family, Hardock had experienced too many things to simply believe such a suspicious conjecture based on an unspoken “father.”
He must first confirm her identity.
Thinking this, Hardock leaned slightly forward, inching closer to Hewinia.
In that moment, Hewinia felt immense pressure. As she saw Hardock’s lips part, about to say something, she preemptively made a move, “accidentally” lifting her skirt hem.
As expected, Mandy’s scream sounded just on cue.
“Hewinia! Look at what you’re doing!?”
Mandy’s sudden outburst startled Hardock as well, and Hewinia also reacted in panic like a startled rabbit, “What, what’s wrong?”
“What do you mean what’s wrong? Look at what you’re wearing!” Mandy could no longer pretend to act like a lady of her station, rising immediately from the main seat, stomping over to Hewinia’s side, grabbing the hem of her skirt gracelessly, then pointing at the black pants underneath, exclaimed, “How many times have I told you?! How many times! You are not allowed to wear pants under your skirt! And black pants at that!”
“You are my daughter! You are a member of the Hailuo Family! You are the Golden Note! Why do such vulgar things?!”
Mandy’s words left both Hardock and Hewinia completely astonished.
Of course, Hewinia’s expression was feigned.
Long before this, Hewinia had learned of Mandy’s two taboo points.
One was the color black, and the other was leggings under the skirt; to be precise, the cheap “undergarments” beneath expensive clothes.
This was related to Mandy’s past experiences; before marrying into the Hailuo family, her family was only slightly better off than the lowest class of the Seed District. To change her life, the young Mandy had to frequent the parties of the nobility, but she couldn’t afford the dresses required, so she had to borrow them. To avoid soiling the borrowed gowns and to ensure a safe return to her ordinary city district home or move on to the next party, she had to wear more practical “pants” underneath her gowns.
This was Mandy’s most unwilling memory, much like the black color which was particularly favored by the common people for its dirt resistance, she also despised it thoroughly.
So, after giving birth to Hewinia and becoming the Hailuo Family matriarch, black and pants under skirts became Mandy’s absolute taboos. She would not allow anyone in the house to dress that way. If a servant did, she would dismiss them on the spot.
And if the one dressed that way appeared to be her daughter but was actually Hewinia, the personification of Mandy’s own values, she would become even angrier. Upon discovery, regardless of the circumstance, she would fall into an irrational rage.
Just like now, she didn’t care if there were guests watching at home. She grabbed Hewinia and started walking out, “Go and change right now! Change!”
“Mother, it’s just a school uniform, I forgot to change,” Hewinia tried to explain.
“A school uniform?! It’s still unacceptable!” Mandy continued to shriek, “How many times have I told you? You might as well not wear anything under your skirt, but you can’t wear such pants! And why are you calling me mother?! Call me mom, call me mom!”
“Why are you today?! You simply don’t resemble my own child at all! It’s as if I picked you up from somewhere!”
Being dragged unreasonably by Mandy, Hewinia could only leave in panic and helpless, managing to give “father” a complicated look before she was taken out.