# Chapter 55: 55
-Again! Your hand again!
Screaming, Margaret glared at Jurich, whose face was covered in tears and snot.
—Can't you at least have pretty nails? If you bite them like that, they look horrible.
—Uwaaaaah! —Jurich cried.
—There is no hope for these damned Tilrods. They have no salvation! What happens when there is money? Everything is out of the hands of that incompetent and stupid patriarch. All the children I gave birth to are hopeless cases, they only gave me stomach pains. Your older sister? Watch carefully as that despicable witch tries to survive. And your brother? When the hell will he come to his senses?
—Uwaaaaaaah!
-Be quiet! You don't know how to do anything other than cry, huh?
Margaret shook her little daughter's shoulders like crazy.
—Jurich Tilrod, you've just been tormenting me all this time!
—AAH! Mom, stop it! Please stop!
As Jurich screamed in fear, Margaret pushed her.
Jurich fell to the ground and hit hard, becoming even more disarrayed.
Crying on the floor, completely distraught, Jurich looked truly miserable.
She couldn't even breathe properly and started panting while crying.
Strangely, seeing her daughter's unhappy appearance, Margaret felt relieved.
"Get up, Jurich Tilrod!"
—Huk, uhuk, uhuuuk!
Although he felt like the whole world was collapsing on top of him, Jurich instinctively stood up.
The girl was overcome by fear. If she didn't obey her mother, she would truly be abandoned by her entire world.
Jurich's fear was not unfounded.
In fact, hadn't his mother abandoned his older sister, Radis, like that?
—Hiic, huuuk, uwahhh!
Jurich tried to convince himself that Radis had not been abandoned.
However, he had a feeling, like an animal instinct.
It was as if, on a rainy and windy day, her mother had bitten her sister's neck and dragged her out of the nest. He knew instinctively what had happened, even if he hadn't witnessed it.
The silent death of his sister.
Suck, suck.
Jurich sucked his thumb and clung desperately to Margaret.
Margaret narrowed her eyes at Jurich.
—Why are you acting like a baby? You are already fourteen years old!
But strangely, seeing her daughter acting younger, Margaret felt calmer and better.
A chilling smile appeared on Margaret's lips, not knowing if it was joy or despair.
It was an insidious smile, like that of an old queen reasserting her dominance through acts of tyranny towards those who pointed the finger at her.
Margaret wiped Jurich's tears and snot with the hem of her dress, then spoke in a strict voice.
—You have to be good to your mother, Jurich Tilrod. Don't you know how much I have sacrificed for you? Don't you want to reward your mother? You have to become a great person and marry well. That's all mom wants, okay?
With his mind half-hearted, Jurich continued sucking his thumb while nodding.
-Very good. Go wash now. Oh my god, your face is a mess. Oh, where was my common sense? I have to find the enemy. It's obvious where he would be right now.
Driving her daughter's heart deeper into the abyss, Margaret stood up with a greatly relieved expression and pulled the rope to call a maid.
After asking Irene to take Jurich to wash her, Margaret arranged her own appearance.
Of course, he was about to look for Zade.
Maybe right now, Zade was drunk in the bar he frequented or sitting in front of a table with cards, tense after many hours there.
If he wasn't in those places, maybe he was in Flora's house, staying in that burrow-like place all this time.
However, Margaret's plans were thwarted by an unexpected guest.
—I'm Felice Roschilde.
It was Felice, the man from the Roschilde family of knights that Radis met at the banquet.
Although he was a guest who arrived unannounced, Margaret knew what she should do, since he was a Roschilde.
There was no other option but to invite Felice in, since she came from a prestigious family, so her departure was postponed.
Before a maid could bring them tea to drink, Felice got straight to the point.
—Mrs. Tilrod, did you hear about me from Miss Radis?
She didn't know what he was talking about, but the moment she heard Radis' name mentioned, Margaret felt that something ominous was about to happen.
Trying to lift the corners of her lips to form a smile, Margaret responded.
—Umm, she's not at home right now. That girl really couldn't be controlled. I never even heard of you from her, Mr. Roschilde. Did he do something wrong?
—Forgive me for the rudeness. Actually, I was impressed by the young woman. As the eldest daughter of the family, Miss Radis seemed to have deep thoughts about the future of the home. He asked me for a position in the Roschilde family subjugation squad.
—Oh, dear! Maybe it's for David...?
Of course, that was a misunderstanding.
What Radis asked of Felice was a position for her, not for David.
However, Radis was so nervous that her explanation was not enough, and Felice was clearly prejudiced that a young girl would not ask for a position in a subjugation squad for herself.
So Felice assumed that Radis made the request on behalf of her brother, not herself.
Valiz