Divorced, But Queen - Chapter 42: Chapter 42
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'It was me who had taken on the identity of the daughter of the Saxon family that rightfully belonged to Aria, and yet I still wanted to shift those awful parents onto her.
'They were so obsessed with the idea that boys were better than girls. How could they possibly treat Aria well?'
Aria didn't say a word. She simply shrugged off Silvia's hand with a fluid motion.
Silvia sniffed, but she followed, stepping into Aria's room.
It was nothing like the fairy-tale room Silvia had. Aria's space was stark, minimalist—a model home.
It was extremely impolite to look around someone else's territory.
Standing there, unsure of where to look, Silvia lowered her gaze, glancing up at Aria from time to time.
The rain outside began to quiet, the tapping on the windows slowing to a stop.
Aria's phone buzzed, and she tapped on the screen, her expression focused.
Alpha: [The surveillance footage was deleted, but I managed to recover it.]
Alpha: [Blood Association is making their move?]
Aria: [It's Black Rose.]
Alpha: [Same weapon. She's really trying to take your place. She's already getting too close.]
Alpha: [Next time, there might be more than one person. I'll keep an eye on Black Rose's movements. You stay alert.]
Aria: [Understood.]
Aria's gaze flickered up, her lips pressing together in a thin line. "You're still here?"
Silvia, who had been standing awkwardly, tried to make herself comfortable, her legs stiff from standing for so long. "Can I stay?" she asked, her voice hesitant.
Silvia didn't want to go back. She wanted to stay.
The two of them would be safer together.
Aria didn't respond right away, scanning Silvia's face.
She happened to avoid inheriting the flaws of Dominic and Alice. She was beautiful, in an innocent, almost naive way—her eyes too bright, her features too delicate.
Perhaps frightened by the scene just now, Silvia bit her lip and stood there motionless, looking innocent and naive.
The Saxon family had always adored her, and now, Silvia understood why.
Probably no one would dislike such a girl for no reason.
Aria retracted her gaze. "Turn around."
Silvia, still unsure, obeyed, her heart hammering in her chest.
The sound of Aria pulling open a cabinet broke the silence, and Silvia instinctively gripped her skirt, biting her lip, knowing Aria was changing clothes.
She thought of the scars on Aria's back, her stomach tightening.
In the end, she still didn't have the courage to peek at Aria's back.
That scar seemed to have been there for many years.
It should have been a burn scar.
There didn't seem to be any scars on the front. She wondered, 'Why was it only the back that got burned?'
She imagined many possibilities, but she still couldn't figure out.
A few moments later, Aria, fully dressed, turned toward the door.
"Let's go," she said in her usual cold tone. "I'll drive you back."
Silvia nodded, following her down the stairs.
Outside, in an inconspicuous light pink car, Black Rose leaned back, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed with irritation.
"Failed again, huh? What's the point of staying if it's all going to fall apart??" A voice on her earpiece crackled in annoyance.
The Black Rose sneered, "I'm not blaming you for the perfunctory investigation, yet you're the one getting impatient."
She sent out the needle without making the slightest sound.
However, Aria reacted extremely quickly and even managed to save the other person.
"You want to imitate the Echohawk and create an undefeated myth persona. As soon as you heard that the target was an ordinary person, you eagerly took on the mission without conducting a thorough investigation yourself. Who else can you blame?" the man scoffed.
Black Rose was so angry. "It's not your place to lecture me on how I do things!"
"Fine! There are only five days left. You figure it out for yourself. If you fail, you'll have to bear the consequences," the man demanded.
The Black Rose took off her earphones and barely managed to hold back her anger and didn't smash them.
She looked out the window irritably, and two figures came into her view.
Aria took big strides towards one of the cars, opened the door of the passenger seat, and looked at Silvia.
Silvia pursed her lips and reluctantly got in.
Aria closed the car door, then suddenly tilted her head and looked in a certain direction.
When their gazes met, the Black Rose's heart skipped a beat.
'They were so obsessed with the idea that boys were better than girls. How could they possibly treat Aria well?'
Aria didn't say a word. She simply shrugged off Silvia's hand with a fluid motion.
Silvia sniffed, but she followed, stepping into Aria's room.
It was nothing like the fairy-tale room Silvia had. Aria's space was stark, minimalist—a model home.
It was extremely impolite to look around someone else's territory.
Standing there, unsure of where to look, Silvia lowered her gaze, glancing up at Aria from time to time.
The rain outside began to quiet, the tapping on the windows slowing to a stop.
Aria's phone buzzed, and she tapped on the screen, her expression focused.
Alpha: [The surveillance footage was deleted, but I managed to recover it.]
Alpha: [Blood Association is making their move?]
Aria: [It's Black Rose.]
Alpha: [Same weapon. She's really trying to take your place. She's already getting too close.]
Alpha: [Next time, there might be more than one person. I'll keep an eye on Black Rose's movements. You stay alert.]
Aria: [Understood.]
Aria's gaze flickered up, her lips pressing together in a thin line. "You're still here?"
Silvia, who had been standing awkwardly, tried to make herself comfortable, her legs stiff from standing for so long. "Can I stay?" she asked, her voice hesitant.
Silvia didn't want to go back. She wanted to stay.
The two of them would be safer together.
Aria didn't respond right away, scanning Silvia's face.
She happened to avoid inheriting the flaws of Dominic and Alice. She was beautiful, in an innocent, almost naive way—her eyes too bright, her features too delicate.
Perhaps frightened by the scene just now, Silvia bit her lip and stood there motionless, looking innocent and naive.
The Saxon family had always adored her, and now, Silvia understood why.
Probably no one would dislike such a girl for no reason.
Aria retracted her gaze. "Turn around."
Silvia, still unsure, obeyed, her heart hammering in her chest.
The sound of Aria pulling open a cabinet broke the silence, and Silvia instinctively gripped her skirt, biting her lip, knowing Aria was changing clothes.
She thought of the scars on Aria's back, her stomach tightening.
In the end, she still didn't have the courage to peek at Aria's back.
That scar seemed to have been there for many years.
It should have been a burn scar.
There didn't seem to be any scars on the front. She wondered, 'Why was it only the back that got burned?'
She imagined many possibilities, but she still couldn't figure out.
A few moments later, Aria, fully dressed, turned toward the door.
"Let's go," she said in her usual cold tone. "I'll drive you back."
Silvia nodded, following her down the stairs.
Outside, in an inconspicuous light pink car, Black Rose leaned back, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed with irritation.
"Failed again, huh? What's the point of staying if it's all going to fall apart??" A voice on her earpiece crackled in annoyance.
The Black Rose sneered, "I'm not blaming you for the perfunctory investigation, yet you're the one getting impatient."
She sent out the needle without making the slightest sound.
However, Aria reacted extremely quickly and even managed to save the other person.
"You want to imitate the Echohawk and create an undefeated myth persona. As soon as you heard that the target was an ordinary person, you eagerly took on the mission without conducting a thorough investigation yourself. Who else can you blame?" the man scoffed.
Black Rose was so angry. "It's not your place to lecture me on how I do things!"
"Fine! There are only five days left. You figure it out for yourself. If you fail, you'll have to bear the consequences," the man demanded.
The Black Rose took off her earphones and barely managed to hold back her anger and didn't smash them.
She looked out the window irritably, and two figures came into her view.
Aria took big strides towards one of the cars, opened the door of the passenger seat, and looked at Silvia.
Silvia pursed her lips and reluctantly got in.
Aria closed the car door, then suddenly tilted her head and looked in a certain direction.
When their gazes met, the Black Rose's heart skipped a beat.
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