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The investigation ultimately led back to the Oulton family

Malcolm was completely unaware of the matter until Carissa explained it to him priversty After hearing the entire story, his fury was uncontrollable, his whole Body trembling wit

rage.

He had already made a grievous mistake in the past–fathering a daughter with a miness -a stain on his reputation that he could never fully erase. If this new scandal were to spread, how could he possibly face anyone? Even if he was innocent, others would assume he was guilty.

In his rage, Malcolm ordered the guard involved to be brought forward.

The guard, Trey Carter, was a family servant from birth. After learning some skills, he stayed on as a guard in the household. His parents were senior servants in the estate, and it was through them that he learned of the Whitley family’s inquiries to the gatekeey about Malcolm’s visit to the hot springs. Later, Trey followed Malcolm and Marjorie to the temple. When he saw Malcolm had not gone to the hot springs, he decided to exploit the situation for his own gain.

It was him. He had defiled Karen.

For a moment, Malcolm was so furious that he wanted to kill Trey–especially because Carissa was sitting across from him.

This was the same woman who had personally exposed his mistress and handed his illegitimate daughter over to his wife. Malcolm was no ordinary man–he was the father–in -law of the king and the Civil Minister. Countless officials‘ futures were in his hands.

Yet, he feared Carissa. In her presence, he couldn’t hold his head high.

A man’s mistakes could be many–he could murder, steal, or destroy–but none carried the weight of this particular disgrace.

Without hesitation, Carissa kicked Trey to the ground. The force of her blow seemed strong enough to kill him. Blood gushed from his mouth as he collapsed, clutching his abdomen. He curled up on the floor, his mouth wide open, unable to make even a sound of pain.

Malcolm wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, sweat beading not just there but on the tip of his nose too. He didn’t even know what to say.

Carissa sat back down across from him. “Lord Quinton, how do you propose we settle this? The people involved deserve an explanation.”

Malcolm wiped his face again, his thoughts racing before he finally let out a long sigh Trey is undoubtedly at fault, but wasn’t Mr. Whitley also to blame? He was the one who sought to sell his daughter for his own advancement.”

“That will be handled by someone else,” Carissa said coldly. “I am only asking how you will deal with Trey, Lord Quinton.”

Malcolm stared at Trey. As much as he wanted to kill him on the spot, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Trey was a family servant from birth, someone Malcolm had watched grow up since childhood. How could he not feel something for the man who had been by his side day in and day out?

Trey clutched his abdomen, dropping to his knees with tears streaming down his face. ” Lord Quinton, Lady Carissa, please spare my life! I was momentarily blinded by greed–I’ll never do it again! I beg for mercy!”

Malcolm kicked him hard, his fury boiling over. “You have the audacity to beg for forgiveness? Even ten deaths wouldn’t be enough to atone for your crime!”

Not satisfied with just the kick, Malcolm rose and slapped him across the face once, then again. The blows were so vicious that Trey fell to the ground, disoriented, blood spilling from his mouth. Grabbing a cup from the table, Malcolm hurled it at Trey’s head. The force sent him crumpling further to the floor, blood trickling down his face.

After venting his rage with kicks, slaps, and the broken cup, Malcolm finally sat back down, though his face was still twisted with anger.

“Someone, drag him out of here!”

At once, guards stepped forward to remove Trey.

But Carissa’s icy voice cut through the room, “No one touches him. Leave.”

The guards froze, glancing between Carissa and Malcolm.

Malcolm hadn’t expected her to be so merciless. After everything Trey had endured, she still wasn’t willing to show him any leniency. Clenching his jaw, he waved the guards off.

“Fine. What do you want done with him, Lady Carissa? Just say the word, and I’ll have him dealt with immediately.”

Carissa let out a cold laugh. “Dealt with? Dragging him off to be ‘dealt with‘ means I wouldn’t see what happens next.”

“Yes, he’s committed a crime, but it’s not one worthy of death! Surely you don’t intend to take his life? If this matter were brought to court, the worst he’d face would be five or six years of imprisonment,” said Malcolm, his patience wearing thin.

His brows lifted slightly as he added with a mocking edge, “Besides, dragging this to court won’t do that lady any good. I hear she’s already bent on taking her own life. In cases like these, the ones who suffer most are always the women. Why not let this matter rest?”

The sorrow and fury in Carissa’s eyes slowly surfaced as she spoke, “If this goes to court, NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

the one who suffers won’t just be her.”

She leaned forward slightly, her voice laced with venom, adding, “Lord Quinton, have you considered what will happen to you? Harboring a guard who committed such a crime under your own roof and allowing a woman to be violated… When the Oversight Department

comes knocking, they won’t just charge him, they’ll charge you too.”

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