Chapter 142: The World’s First Femboy
Once Edith left the place, she hurriedly caught up to Beatrix, who was on her way to her carriage.
"Beatrix! Wait! Listen... I wish to have a word."
Beatrix halted her steps as soon as Edith got close. She turned her head, which had black trails under her eyes, and a strange hint of madness was conveyed through her silent stare.
"Listen. I am sorry. I was the one who brought you to this lot against my better judgement," Edith said with sincere honesty.
Beatrix remained aloof despite the devastation that was clear on her face and only parted her lips to speak but eventually chose not to, letting Edith continue what she wanted to say.
"I hope that you stop using that curse against whoever that Bloody Swan is. It yielded no results other than your suffering. This shouldn’t have happened, and I promise you, I will..."
"People tend to break their promises, you know," Beatrix spoke with a hostile, hoarse, and harsh voice.
Her unsettling, unblinking eyes kept focused on Edith like an owl as she turned her body to face her in a motion just as creepy as an owl moving around with its head fixed in position.
"I know. And I don’t know how else to apologize other than doing so. Once young Lord Valentine said what he said that night, I realized that things went horribly wrong. I can’t believe young Lord Ronald and young Lord Ian let that happen..."
"Ian?" Just the mention of his name made Beatrix’s emotional spectrum flip on its head. "He’s upset with me, isn’t he? I... I ruined everything for him."
"What?!" Edith was taken aback by the sudden emotional shift and realized that logic would not apply with this particular woman. "You don’t have to care about what he thinks. He... all of them used you and caused you to suffer."
Beatrix’s expressions twitched as she stepped back and raised her hands before Edith could approach her. Suddenly, she became more emotional and smiled.