Chapter 42
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Hugh Gun Hunter returned to the Royal Police Headquarters.
Scarlett had left as she was, and Viktor, perhaps due to the shame of his ex-wife's display, was more irritable than ever. However, the fact that Scarlett's memories were beginning to return was a serious problem for Hugh Gunther. Viktor might not trust Scarlett now because he knew about his tour, but if Scarlett repeatedly clung to him, he would launch an investigation.
Hugh Gunther believed that Scarlett exuded a strange aura that clouded a man's judgment, making the return of her memories even more concerning.
Hugh Gunther loosened his tie and threw it on the floor.
After Viktor Dampfelt and Scarlett Crimson divorced, he thought it was all over. Having never been divorced himself, he hadn't realized that divorced couples often ran into each other.
Moreover, no one in the Royal Police expected Viktor Dampfelt, who had lived his entire life pursuing honor, to want Scarlett Crimson, who had tarnished that honor, to return home.
"Well."
Hugh Gunther clicked his tongue.
He remembered the look in Scarlett Crimson's eyes during the interrogation. Clear and bright, wine-colored eyes that were as intoxicating as alcohol. And the love she held for Viktor Dampfelt, so innocent it seemed foolish.
At first, the Royal Police officers had stubbornly laughed, but at some point, they seemed to be captivated by that love, which bothered him. They coveted her boundless affection.
These days, even Hiram Pitt, the Royal Police officer monitoring Scarlett Crimson, didn't seem trustworthy. There had been no reports from Hiram lately. If Scarlett's memories were returning, the informant close to her should have known. The fact that there had been no reports so far made him very anxious.
Hugh Gunther was already quite exhausted just by Viktor Dampfelt deviating from the plan.
Yuli Iren, the Crown Prince and his brother's lover, vehemently opposed Viktor Dampfelt being recognized as royalty. The fact that he would have some access to the Royal Police's data and participate in Royal meetings was problematic, but above all, Yuli Iren simply disliked Viktor Dampfelt as a man. Only he wouldn't admit it, but everyone around him had noticed to some extent.
Born a King's grandson, his cradle was made of jade. Even if he lived extravagantly, the vast wealth he possessed from birth wouldn't diminish.
It was pathetic for him to be jealous of Viktor, who had risked his entire life to obtain what he was born with. Nevertheless, he was jealous and even persuaded his father to entrust him with the air force, which didn't even have airplanes.
In fact, Hugh Gunther could somewhat understand Yuli Iren's feelings when he faced Viktor Dampfelt.
He was an annoyingly perfect man.
Anyway, Hugh Gunther became someone Yuli Iren trusted and relied on a lot because his brother was to become the Crown Princess.
He quickly rose to the rank of Senior Superintendent. As the second son of the Hunter Family, he had gained so much power that people were saying he had surpassed his older brother, the heir to the Hunter Family. But if he messed this up, he would fall out of Yuli Iren's favor.
Hugh Gunther slumped into his chair, leaned back, and covered his face with his hands.
"Ah, this is a bitch."
As he muttered, there was a knock.
"Senior Superintendent, it's Hiram Pitt."
"Oh, come in."
He had been worried that this guy had betrayed him. Just as he was thinking that, Hiram Pitt appeared, and Hugh Gunther gestured with satisfaction.
Soon, a very thin and tall young man entered.
It was Hiram Pitt, a Level 2 Royal Police officer working at Scarlett Crimson's watch shop under the name Andrei Hamilton.
Hiram Pitt, or rather, Andrei Hamilton, who had dressed in his uniform for the first time in a while, stood with his hands behind his back.
"I have something to report."
"Scarlett Crimson?"
"No, it's about Isaac Crimson."
Andrei continued with a calm expression.
"The police from the nearby station have been dispatched to the Crimson Manor."
*
Immediately after Scarlett left for Dumpelt Mansion to find items to auction, Isaac headed to the Crimson Family.
What kind of child was Scarlett? Isaac had never seen her hated until she was thirteen.
Scarlett was a child-like child. In the mansion, she walked quietly at her parents' nagging, but when she left the house, she ran around clumsily.
The nanny, who was fired as soon as their parents passed away, always favored Scarlett a little more than Isaac. He was a little sad when he was young, but looking back now, it seemed inevitable that she would be more drawn to a child who smiled easily and liked people.
Until their parents passed away, the siblings had a normal relationship that was neither particularly bad nor particularly affectionate. However, everything changed after the carriage accident.
Thirteen was a young age, but sometimes capable of adult-like thinking. At that age, Isaac, who had lost all light and was confined to the attic, gradually realized that most people in the world followed the logic of power rather than the warm heart that his parents had emphasized.
After Arnold stepped forward, saying he would sue Scarlett soon, Isaac calculated in his head.
It was impossible for the siblings to beat Evil Crimson in a fair way. He had already built up many connections, and above all, the laws of the world were not fair. In the past, a twelve-year-old abused girl was not protected by anything in the world. He knew that he would not be able to defeat those who pushed everything through with power.
Isaac left Scarlett's watch shop and headed straight to the Crimson Manor. When Isaac entered the house for the first time in a while, the servants looked at him with puzzled expressions. They probably thought that his absence from the house for a while meant that he would never return.
Isaac ignored those gazes and, familiar with his cane, headed to Evil Crimson's office.
As he stood in front of the door, he heard Evil Crimson's angry shouting from inside.
"That damn bitch who should be in hell! She should cause problems that can be fixed! I should have kicked her out of the family a long time ago, but I took her in, and she doesn't even appreciate it!"
Hearing that, Isaac couldn't help but laugh in vain.
He soon opened the door.
As soon as Isaac entered, Evil shouted.
"You! How did you educate your sister!"
"……."
"I told you, that bitch is a problem from birth! She's determined to ruin this family……."
As he spoke, Isaac took off the black-painted glasses he was wearing. Seeing his eyes, Evil Crimson soon laughed heartily, as if he had found something enjoyable in the midst of his anger.
"I heard that bitch made you like that?"
Instead of answering, Isaac looked around the office.
Fifteen days after he lost his sight. He couldn't distinguish things properly, but he could tell that the office was a mess.
Originally, this place, which his father used to use, was always extremely cluttered. He never cleaned it, and he wouldn't let the servants touch it, saying it had its own order.
Isaac always turned his head towards the wall where his parents' portraits were. He walked over and groped around, but the portraits of his parents that should have been hanging there were gone.
As Isaac moved as if he could see, Evil's hand trembled. He signaled the lawyer who was with him to be quiet and leave, then picked up a paper knife and hid it behind his back.
"What are you groping around for?"
"Weren't my parents' portraits here?"
"I put them away safely."
"Where are they?"
"I'll tell you later when you can take on the role of head of the family. More than that, Isaac, can you see something?"
Isaac replied to his words.
"I can see. Scarlett gave me good medicine."
The moment Isaac tried to turn around, Evil Crimson tried to stab the paper knife into his neck. However, the moment Isaac turned around, he grabbed Evil Crimson's arm and stopped him with the paper knife slightly piercing his neck. Then, with a calm face, he said.
"I can hear."
"Wh-what?"
"The sound of you picking up the paper knife."
After losing his sight, his hearing was maximized. Isaac could distinguish many things by sound. Isaac took the paper knife from his hand as easily as a child taking it from another child and continued.
"I could also hear you taking quick breaths because you were afraid to kill me."
Isaac brought Evil's right hand, which had tried to kill him, in front of his eyes. And he took the paper knife he had taken from him and brought it to his index finger. He cut it off as it was.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Even though it was sharp, it was too dull to cut anything other than paper. Evil's screams echoed throughout the mansion. He clutched his hand and struggled.
"Doctor! Call a doctor! Call the police, now!"
Isaac looked down at Evil, who was shouting like that.
You are on my side, and I am on your side.
Evil, who made him hit Scarlett to form that bond, remained in Isaac's mind.
He soon smiled innocently with an angelic face.
"I always thought. If it were the other way around, would she have hit me? But no. Unlike me, she is like a Saint, so she probably wouldn't hit me. Even if she had to be beaten to death."
