The woman walked past the bleeding boy, not even sparing a second glance. She tore the piece of paper, tossing it behind her.
The torn pieces of paper rained down on the boy, who touched the wound on his neck, feeling a sharp pain.
"You think just because you're a child, you can falsely accuse anyone?" she asked, sitting on a sofa, resting one leg over the other.
The boy looked up with tears in his eyes, shaking his head.
"I might have even considered the accusations if they were against an ordinary person. But you dare accuse a Duke?" she asked, letting out a short laugh. "You really have great courage."
"Just because a beggar is dead, you came here to try your luck? You want to blackmail the Duke of Wealth, don't you?" she further asked. "I've seen many people in life, and people like you aren't rare. You're all the same, always after benefits."
