Obsessed with Regressors

For someone with a high level of education, Jake’s level was disastrous. He even said with a look that he couldn’t understand what she was talking about.

“Why are you suddenly talking back? Was it you who attacked my father?”

“Attack?”

Ann, who had been hiding in her corner, jumped in, startled, then shrugged her shoulders again as Jake glared at her.

“Jake.”

She clapped her hands with a clap, returning Jake’s gaze to hers. Ann just accompanies her. She suffered because of her a few days ago, and she couldn’t let her suffer again this time.

“Did you come after me to ask that?”

Again, Jake had more important things to do than just being here. For example, he’s apologizing to his mother for being mean to her. Or that he would stay with his grieving mother. At least staying home for a mother who was terrified because her husband was attacked inside her house. Somehow, the options were all for the sake of the mother, but this couldn’t be helped. Jake was the only child and heir of Viscount Aston and his wife. If the Viscount died like this, Jake would become the head of the household. So let him at least pretend to do his duty.

Actually if it were for that attitude of him, she would have given Jake’s courtship some thought. It’s not that she burst out laughing as soon as she heard it.

She sighed when she saw Jake’s expression asking what’s wrong with that. Was it true that the level of education in the academy is high?

“Are you serious, Jake Aston? Do you think I attacked your father during the prom?”

Jake’s eyes rolled at her bewildered question. If what he had on his shoulder isn’t a decoration, wouldn’t it be nice to have some idea?

“I heard you were at the bottom of the stairs?”

What? SheI was impressed by Jake’s lackluster question. Under the stairs, which one?

“Stairs? Are you saying this because I told the servant yesterday to check upstairs?”

She guessed it was true. Jake’s face grew confident at her question. Unlike his lack of confidence before, he shouted confidently this time.

“Yes! Did you attack my father? So you were there!”

Oh My God. Now she was really starting to worry about the future of the Viscount Aston. Was it really okay when the only heir was such an idiot?

She looked at him for a moment, not knowing what to say to Jake. Then Jake said excitedly, as if he thought he had hit him in the head and lost his words.

“Go to the constable immediately and confess that you are the culprit!”

“Are you serious?”

She asked with a glimmer of hope that Jake might be playing the fool on purpose. Of course, that hope was quickly dashed.

“Then I must have followed you all the way here just to play a joke? Hey, the coachman! Turn the wagon!”

“Miss.”

Ann looked at here, confused at Jake’s rampage. She told Ann not to worry about Jake.

“Do you really think I attacked the Viscount and knocked him unconscious?”

At her question, Jake put on a look of course. She turned to Ann and saw that she was dumbfounded too. Good thing. For a moment, she thought that something like the physical force of this world had changed without her knowledge.

She tilted her head to the side and said.

“Jake Aston, are you serious? Did you think I attacked the Viscount and knocked him unconscious? And am I fine like this?”

Common sense dictates that if two people quarrel and one suffers a major injury, the other must also suffer a slight injury. If one side has a better physique than the other, the probability of collapsing tends toward the smaller physique. That means there’s little chance that she would attack Viscount Aston and render him unconscious and she would be able to walk around unscathed.

“That, that…”

At her point, Jake’s face seemed puzzled, as if his head started to spin only then. But he quickly burst into anger and shouted.

“There must have been an accomplice?”

She didn’t know if she should be surprised that he knew the word accomplice, or if she should be surprised that his head has turned that way. She was dumbfounded, so she opened her mouth, but she heard Ann lamenting behind me.

“Oh my God.”

It was a pretty serious situation, but Ann’s lamentation over the future of Viscount Aston was so funny that it made her laugh. Yeah. With only one heir at that level, it was a big deal for the Viscount Aston as well.

“Why are you laughing?”

Failed to manage facial expressions. Ann’s reaction was so funny that she laughed, but Jake must have seen it. He started shaking the carriage in a fit of rage, as if he thought she had laughed at him.

“Oh, you shouldn’t be like this.”

It didn’t shake much. It was a four-wheel drive carriage with three people: her, Anne, and the coachman Cursle. But when the wagon rocked lightly, the coachman startled and began to stop Jake. Oh, no. She jumped out of the carriage in amazement as she saw the driver approaching Jake. Jake was famous for his bad personality

One didn’t have to look at the guy who behaves like that to his own parents and the people who work at home. Actually, she had seen it a few times. That he was beating his servant.

“What are you!”

Sure enough, Jake pushed Cursle, who had come running to stop him. And he lifted his foot as if to take his anger out on him.

“Cursle!”

She couldn’t help Jake being mean to his servants. But she wouldn’t dare let him do that to her servants. She pushed Jake as hard as she could. At any other time, on her own, Jake wouldn’t budge. But now he lifted one of his feet to kick Cursle, and when she pushed him away, he lost his balance and fell.

“Ouch!”

As Jake tumbled to the floor with a scream, laughter erupted from the people who were watching, wondering what was going on. She asked while helping Cursle to stand up.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, it’s okay.”

She guessed not at all. Cursle was holding his waist with one hand. It’s a big deal if he injured his back. She tried to ask Ann to support Cursle. She guessed she would have to pull the wagon herself and go home. But then Jake, who had fallen down, stood up with a reddened face and shouted.

“This, this crazy…”

“Let’s stop there.”

At that moment, as if by magic, Count Burns appeared behind Jake. It really was like magic. It wasn’t obvious, but it appeared at some point. She was staring back and forth at Count Burns, who suddenly appeared, and at Jake, whose face was about to explode. Jake’s face turned dangerously red. And that’s because Count Burns’ hand was gripping his neck.

“Noble Lady, Biscon.”

Count Burns greeted her while holding Jake by the throat. His gaze, which had been cold as if cold air would flow, softened the moment he turned to her. She stared blankly at him and said reflexively.

“It’s just Lady Biscon.”

A smile appeared on Count Burns’ face. He stared at her to the point of being rude.

“I know.”

Then, Jake began to struggle and make strange noises. Thanks to that, something between her and Count Burns was broken.

“Take Lady Biscon and get into the carriage.”

Count Burns said to Cursle. She was sorry, but Cursle wouldn’t take her since she had to support him.

She called Ann and told her to take Cursle inside the carriage and told Count Burns.

“I think you had better stop.”

Now Jake’s face was turning purple. Earl Burns asked with an expression that he did not know at all.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Jake.”

“Ugh!”

At that moment, a scream escaped from Jake’s mouth. Startled, she took a step back and spoke to Count Burns again.

“I hear you are doing business with Viscount Aston. I don’t think there will be anything good from killing his heir.”

“Ah.”

Only then did Count Burns look back at the man he was holding by the neck. He looked at Jake’s face and said.

“You don’t look very much like Viscount Aston.”

Well, if a person’s face was purple, she didn’t think it’ll be difficult to look like anyone else. When she thought so, Count Burns finally let go of his hand.

‘He’s not dead, right?’

As Jake slumped to the floor, she quickly sat down next to him and tried to see if Jake was breathing. Count Burns then grabbed her arm.

“Excuse.”

As she looked, he lifted her up and let go of her arm. What did he do? Confused, Count Burns looked down at Jake and said.

“No need to check.”

“Collock, Coke.”

As soon as Earl Burns finished speaking, Jake coughed and moved his body. Good thing. She involuntarily let out a sigh. Then Count Burns looked at her and asked.

“Is this man important to you? Is it enough to be worried even in this situation?”

She looked at Count Burns as if she was dumbfounded by his ridiculous question. It’s okay for Count Burns to misunderstand, but it’s a problem to mistakenly think that she cared for Jake. She said putting her hand on her hip.

“You’re seriously misunderstanding something, Count Burns.”

An extraordinary light flashed in Count Burns’ eyes. Among the onlookers, she called a boy who could be used as an errand boy and continued.

“I was worried about you, not Jake. There’s nothing good about being a murderer on the boulevard.”

They had to send someone to take Jake to the Viscount Aston’s house. After instructing the child to run errands, Count Burns smiled as he turned his head. Didn’t he just understand her sarcastic remarks? She thought so, but he reached out and took her hand. Then he kissed the back of her hand and said.

“For you, Lady Biscon. I could be a murderer at any time.”

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