Scandalous Lady

he duke’s health began to worsen. Duke Landon’s body is starting to

a had been a part of his life for almost three years now. Typically, normal people recover from this withing 1-3 weeks of pr

ined sweating. But now isn’t the same as the previous attacks Duke Landon was experiencing. His lips turning bluish as his skin turns unusually pale, temperature reaching its peak

ut to no avail. Duchess Carlotta just sat beside the laying duke and watched him with a rather unbothered nor concerned

, however, it seems as if the inflammation has gone severe, infecting the lungs’ airs sac, filling it with fluid, causing all troubles for the duke. And as t

a remains stoic. Wasn’t

..ca,” the duk

ilently thought, feeling resented and rejected. She turned around and leaves the room. Struggle no mo

he plainly ordered. Matilde heeded the word o

e place, thought. Matilde decided to check the spacious veranda on the second floor of the manor, ove

rooked with her lips down on both sides, as if she was carrying a heavy burden on her shoulder. Then, she later learned the truth on Lady

page in search for the clever Francesca, who had

the fading pulse of the duke were to be heard in the four corner of the room. No words spoken, only silence goodbyes on eac

is deceased wife, Duchess Savrina, whom his heart truly belongs. Bitter as he never had a chance to say his l

to leave her daughter in the hand of a dangerously wicked August woman. The duke’s only last

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in the Great Petersburg’s Square Theatrical House, where well-versed

e manor, that even her handmaid wasn’t aware of, making the search rather impossible, no

on of his father. Grabbing on her skirt, she ran as fast as she could outside. Not withst

hut from hearing anything. The fast beats of her heart overpowers any rationale sense

me the threat on the duke’s life escalated? She couldn’t helpe

ving. She could feel the judging look she received both from the nobles and common onlookers on her act… like who in the

ady of Feladencia?” Someone mindles

her reputation, I se

t Lady Francesca’s ear was that of a man shouting ownership of

n’t falter. She was sure her handmaid could take care of the matters she c

t of the horse upon seeing the black crape scarfe wrapped around the foot guards arm

gor and spirit. Even without asking, she knew her f

body trembling in pain and pure remorse for the moments they could have had, if she had

parent was already hard for her, how about losing them both? Her spirit broke as

me? She thought. Was fate such in a hurry that it ca

asking, is your ladyship all rig

her body. Placing her palm flat on the ground, she

the duke’s earthly body a final farewell, she thought as she

nor, a rustle from behind entered her audi

n the incomers, obviously not our servants as it so

o hear some of their conversation befo

e was here to claim the stolen horse belo

because it belongs to his late mother. Lady Francesca sympathized with a he