THIBV - Chapter 9

"Then what on earth did you make her apologize for?"

"I made Anna apologize for misunderstanding Penelope and being rude to her, and I made Penelope apologize for hitting my mald."

"..."

Isaac was once again speechless when he realized that the demand for an apology was not one-sided.

It was so different from what he heard from Penelope.

"...Really?"

Isaac, who had no more words to say, asked blankly.

The question was so absurd that it was even more embarrassing for the person watching.

"If it seems like a lie, you can call Penelope and Anna here and ask them directly."

Bridget didn't even blink.

Isaac felt a sense of pride being pushed around in front of all the onlookers.

It didn't matter what was true and what was false.

It's just important to show who's strong.

"What's the big deal about hitting that little maid? Do you really have to go that far to hire employees who are just doing odd jobs?"

Those words clearly reached the ears of the employees who were there.

Isaac didn't notice it, but Bridget felt the atmosphere among the employees turn cold for a moment and shut her mouth.

What more needs to be said?

He's revealing his true self so openly.

Isaac became even more upset and shouted when Bridget remained silent without answering.

"Do you really have to scratch the inside of someone who isn't even single? They say women become more sensitive when they're pregnant. If you were a true friend, shouldn't you take a little more care of Penelope?"

Isaac came down the stairs and glared at Bridget threateningly.

A true friend.

Bridget laughed inwardly and stared at Isaac without avoiding his gaze.

Isaac became increasingly annoyed when he saw that Bridget was not so frightened. His voice grew louder.

"You let things get to this point and you have no remorse? Don't you know what you did wrong?"

"..."

Despite all this nagging, Bridget didn't admit to being wrong.

'How dare you.'

Isaac grumbled and gave the order, thinking it would be best to remind her of her situation.

"Go and apologize to Penelope right now."

Bridget frowned.

"That can't be."

Her firm voice scratched Isaac's pride. The calm eyes staring at him turned his stomach.

"Apologize, right now."

"I say again, it can't be!"

Crack!    

Isaac's hand went up and Bridget's head turned.

The employees' mouths dropped open.

The lobby became deathly quiet.

Isaac's cruel command descended upon Bridget, who stood frozen with her hand on her cheek.

"I know you won't be able to leave the room until you realize what you did wrong. Hey, lock Bridget in the room!"

The employees looked at Bridget in astonishment.

Not only was she handcuffed, she was also locked up in front of everyone.

It was something that didn't make sense.

But Isaac was doing this ridiculous thing.

The servants who met Isaac's eyes hesitated as if they were reluctant.

"Do you really have to do that? Madam, she's not a child..."

"What?"

Isaac glared at the servants.

Then Bridget, who did not want the sparks to fly to the wrong people, stepped forward.

"Stop it. I'll take care of going to my room."

Then, as they climbed the stairs past Isaac, Isaac gritted his teeth and glared at Bridget.

'I thought you had changed a little, but you still act proud like you did before you got married. Let's see how long you can hold out. I'll fix that habit for sure.'

A cold atmosphere spread among the employees who were watching Isaac like that.

Bridget was feeling the vibe.

Public opinion. Bridget knew from painful experiences in her past life how decisive it was.

Also, in these political battles, where and how public opinion is formed.

'Be more vicious to me, Isaac. So that those you have ignored and looked down on will feel sorry for me and want to help me.'

Bridget, who entered the room alone, let out a light breath as if she had accomplished something satisfying.

Her cold cheeks and crushed pride only added fuel to her resolve to become a villainess.

She rubbed the spot with the back of her hand and then absentmindedly wiped away the tears that had finally fallen onto the floor.

'Then let's wait now.'

This will have a butterfly effect and come back to haunt you

Bridget knew Isaac wouldn't be able to keep her locked up for long.

***

The next day, a party Invitation arrived for Bridget.

This was a first for Bridget, who had married a man from a falling family who had bought his title with money.

"Bridget got an invitation?"

"Yes, Master."

The butler, unable to deliver the invitation to the imprisoned Bridget, brought it to Isaac.

"Was it like this when I wasn't around?"

"Before, the Madam would stay home and not come out, citing Master's absence as an excuse."

That was just the superficial reason Bridget gave, and in reality, she was a shut-in because she had not been invited by anyone, but the butler did not bother to explain it in detail.

It was a strangely dry attitude.

There has been a subtle change in the butler's attitude since his fight with Bridget in front of the employees.

The butler did not speak to Isaac and Penelope more than was necessary.

Not only the butler, but all the employees were like that.

But neither Isaac nor Penelope noticed it.

"Ues?"

Isaac looked at who had sent the invitation.

"What, the Cavendish family? The Marchioness of Cavendish?"

The Marquis Cavendish family was very prestigious.

Isaac's eyes sparkled.

'I can't believe Bridget was invited by such a nobleman.'

He had never been invited to one of these aristocratic social parties.

Isaac had recently been turned away from a private club for low-level aristocrats.

Isaac read and reread the simple greeting on the invitation, thinking that it was a good idea to marry a noble, even if she was a fallen noble.

Although the invited guest was Bridget, it was customary to bring a partner to such parties, and it was only natural that Bridget's partner would be him, her husband.

"Tell Bridget to write back immediately to accept the Invitation."

Isaac wanted to properly enter the aristocratic society through marriage.

His father was a man who was only called a Viscount and had no place in the social circles of the aristocracy.

Sometimes, pathetic nobles who needed someone to pay off their business or gambling debts would hang out with their father to borrow money.

Isaac didn't want to be like his father.

At the time of his marriage, Bridget was virtually the only noblewoman whose money he could afford.

So, Isaac spent a lot of money and married that boring, dull woman.

"What about the madam's confinement..."

"Does that matter now? Let's pretend it never happened."

Isaac was thrilled at the thought that he could finally join the nobles' circle.

It was ridiculous that Bridget was finally coming into her own, and that she was ruining things because of those girls' emotional fights.

***

I heard Isaac's intentions from the butler.

'You must be excited. You don't even know what kind of position this is.'

The Marchioness Cavendish was a person who loved gossip.

Perhaps she had heard that some very interesting love affair was going on in the Winston family and sent the invitation out of curiosity.

Because she wanted to see for herself how unhappy I was living with my husband's lover, and what a shameless man my husband was.

So, it was obvious that I would be embarrassed if I went there.

'It looks like Mariam has conveyed the message properly to the people.'

A few days ago, the gossip master's costume shop employee came to see the Marchioness and had a good time, so I thought that a mischievous and curious lady who was looking for new fun in her boring daily life would surely send such an invitation.

I wrote back saying that I would attend the party as Isaac wished.

'You must be willing to become a clown.'

It will be worth it.

Mrs. Cavendish was an influential figure in society.

There was someone I had to meet at her party.

'We're almost there, Julian.'

Now just take one more step.

My eyelids fluttered.

"Madam, are you okay?"

The butler's worried voice was heard.

I, barely able to control my emotions, nodded with a forced smile.

"It's okay."

"Your complexion doesn't look good."

"I feel a little dizzy. But it's not serious, so don't worry. Thank you for your concern."

I hurriedly finished my reply and handed it over to the butler.

'It doesn't matter if you reject and hate me now. This time, I will go to you first and ask for forgiveness.'

And I will protect you in this life.

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