Dennis laughed. "I won't deny the fact that I have gone crazy." He said, as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Crazy enough to let this abominable act to occur for so long." He added, with a slight scowl on his face. "And what is it that you intend to do to them now?" Sylvester asked, turning to his brother. "Do you really intend to take the laws into your own hands?" He asked. "Sylvester!" George called out In a booming voice, while Sariane just shuddered behind him. "Talk some sense into that brother of yours!" He said. "You don't have the privilege to talk to me, after what you have done." Sylvester said, his blue eyes gazing down coldly at his father. "Besides, when I was born into this world, I came alone. Do you really expect me to advocate for your cause? Are you really that shameless?" Sylvester asked. "We are doomed." Sariane spoke up for the first time ever. "Be quiet, Woman." George whispered to her. "You are the root cause of all of this, I specifically told you the days that we could meet." He angrily added. "But the handwriting in the letter looked exactly like yours! How was I supposed to know?" Sariane defended herself instantly. "And that girl." She said, as her eyes shifted to Cornelia. "She is the one that gave me the letter." She concluded. "I see." George's eyes flickered, as he began to do the math in his head. "What are you busy gazing at?" Dennis asked, when he noticed the manner at which Sariane stared at Cornelia. "You know very well that I could gorge your eyes out if I so pleased, you shameless whore." He added, making Sariane flinch, and she shrunk even further to her lover's side. Cornelia simply stuck her tongue out at her from behind her master's shoulder.. At this moment Beatrice came into the living room. "What is, going on?" Shs asked In confusion, when she saw the chaotic scene. "My lady!" Katrina called out, quickly running over to her side. "Beatrice! I thought I told you to go to your room!" Sylvester yelled out angrily. Dennis glanced at her for a brief moment. "If she wants to witness the gory scene, she is more than welcome." He simply stated. "What are you up to now? What Is going on?" Beatrice asked, her eyes filled with worry, walking towards Dennis, but Katrina pulled her back. "My lady." She began, and whispered into her ears. Beatrice eyes widened in surprise. "Dennis, don't do something you will end up regretting." She said, turning to her husband. "And why should I listen to you?" Dennis asked, standing up, as he drew his sword out of its scabbard. Sylvester however stood In his way. "Get out of my way, Sylvester." Dennis said, with a growl. "Did you really expect me to stand by your side and watch you do something so horrifying?" Sylvester asked. "I don't give a damn what your opinions are. I said you should get out of my way.' Dennis said, his eyes cold. "Or I will make you." He cast a side glance at Cornelia, who nodded at him. She began to sneakily approach him from behind, getting ready to knock him out by using her bare hands. "Sylvester, look out!" Beatrice yelled suddenly. Sylvester heeded this warning, and turned around immediately, quickly catching the off-guard Cornelia in a locked-arm position. Dennis just gave Beatrice a glance that chilled her to her bone marrow. "No one asked you to interfere, darling." He stated, while Cornelia, who found herself in an unpredictable situation, scrunched up her face in pain. "That is my boy, Sylvester!" George hollered from the background. "Be quiet. I am not doing any of this for you." Sylvesyer shot back, coldly. "So this is your lackey, huh?" Sylvester inquired from his brother, obviously referring to Cornelia. "So what if she is? There is nothing you can do about it. I personally hired her, afterall." Dennis said, with a smirk. "And you." He said, looking down at Cornelia, who was still squirming under his grip. "You are supporting him with this devious act?" Cornelia continued to squirm, ignoring him. "I asked you a question, you are entitled to answer." Sylvester said, increasing his grip. Cornelia looked up at him, her smile being one that is filled with pain. "I am just a mere servant, my lord, how could I possibly disobey master's orders?" She asked. "Besides, I am only answerable to one person, and that is my master." She concluded, stepping on his right leg as hard as she possibly could. The pain momentarily distracted Sylvester, compelling him to release her, and Cornelia quickly used the opportunity to destabilize his footing, which made him to hit his head on the central table, which was close to him. Sylvester felt his body get limp, and unresponsive. Before he could try to get up, his consciousness already faded away. "Sylvester!" Beatrice cried out In fright, but Katrina held her back tightly. "Just remain where you are, if you love yourself." Dennis warned. "M-murderer! Did you seet that, George? She killed your son!" Sariane said, while frantically shaking her lover. "Will you be quiet? I didn't kill anyone, ma'am." Cornelia said, turning towards her. "But I will not hesitate to break all your teeth, if he gives me his word." She added with a malevolent smile, which made Sariane to unconsciously place her hand to her lips. Dennis crouched to the ground. "It's good that he is asleep, if not, he would interfere in my plans too much." Dennis said, as he felt warm breath on the back of his hands, which he placed close to Sylvester's nose. He proceeded to swing his brother on one shoulder, gently placing him on the chair. "You didn't have to use that much force, you know." Dennis said, turning to Cornelia. "He would have broken my arms If I didn't do something." Cornelia explained.
"Now, where was I? Ah yes." He said, turning back to his father, with a sadistic smile on his face. "What is the matter now? I thought you both wanted to 'make hay when the sun shines?' " He asked. Sariane's face turned as white as paper. George's face, in contrast, turned red. "So it was you! You are the one meddling with my letters-" He immediately became dumb, when Dennis pointed his sword at him, the sharp blade not too far from his eyes. "Rule number one: you will only speak when you are given the permission to do so." He stated, while withdrawing the sword. "I really don't know if you still intend to have kids in your old age, but I most definitely do not want a sibling at this age." Dennis continued, with a mocking smile. Even Beatrice felt her stomach churn when she heard that. "Disgusting." She couldn't help but mutter. "I knew this was a bad sign!" George suddenly yelled. "When I was passing through the hallwayways, I saw that someone uncovered that woman's portrait, that witch always bring bad luck to me, I don't.." George stopped his meaningless throttle, when he saw Dennis walk towards him slowly. "What are you.." PAH. "Shut up." Dennis said coolly, while gazing down at the man that he just slapped. "Did you forget the first rule? "He asked. "And you dare to call my mother a witch? I am the one who uncovered her portrait, do you understand? Let that fact sink Into that thick skull of yours." Dennis said. Beatrice wanted to say something, but the words were stuck In her throat. She knew that her husband could be irrational if he so pleased, but she never knew that he could be this merciless. "If you ever speak again, I will cut off your tongue, and that's a promise." He stated. Even if his father would normally have replied, he could not do so now. Did this son of his have super human strength? His left cheek was burning hot now. "Hmm, maybe not your tongue." Dennis said, the madness returning to his blue eyes. "What If I cut off that part instead?" He said, pointing the blade of the sword directly at George's manhood. "I think being a Eunuch will suit you better. In addition, be it this life or the next hundred ones you might possibly have, you won't ever dream of cheating." He said, walking towards his father, his sword raised high. "You better brace yourself." "He is coming! What do we do?" Sariane cried out, gripping onto George's shoulder. Jione, the young maid who got caught up In all of this, could only place both hands on her head, while closing her eyes. "Son, let's talk." George began. "Don't you think it is too late to talk?" "My prince." "Just shut up already." Dennis said, as he continued to advance. George closed his eyes, expecting to receive the sensation of his Lower body being cut off. "What do you think you are doing, Beatrice?" Dennis asked. George opened them again, only to behold his daughter in law protectively standing In front of him, both her hands spread out. She had knocked down Katrina, who was previously rendering her captive, and the latter had recently gotten up, her eyes staring at her In shock. "Please." Beatrice sobbed. "Don't do this." She said, looking up, as tears dripped on the floor. Dennis who had his hand suspended in the air this whole time, gently placed It down again. "My beloved wife, Is actually Shedding tears for my sake, I am so touched." He said, as he gently caressed her face, before gripping it hard. "But you know better than to waste these tears on yours on someone like me." He added, his voice turning harsh. "I don't care." Beatrice said as she smacked his handaway, staring at him angrily. "But I can't bare to see you commit such a vice, not as long as I am around." She added. "I don't want to listen to your.." "I am not finished with you yet!" Beatrice suddenly exclaimed, much to Dennis's surprise. She had always remained subservient to him, she never once raised her voice at him before. "You always do as you pleased, not caring about who you hurt, and I just realized something.." She said, as she gave a sad smile. "You are quite a broken man, Dennis. You feel alone and abandoned, first it was your mother, now it is Diane. You still care about her, don't you?" Beatrice asked the man, who did not respond, but only continue to stare down at her. "I know what father did was wrong and disgusting, but if you kill him? Then what? Will it bring your mother back? Will it reverse time? Will you be happy if you do?" She asked him, but her only reply was silence. "Think about it, and take sweet time to do so." She said, as she held his hand, which was still gripping unto the sword. "We have all lost something, Dennis. And we will still lose something in the near future, as well. There is nothing we can do about it, we have to move on. We can't keep blaming our fate or circumstance either. If we don't, the hatred and bitterness will end up consuming us." She added. "I love you Dennis." She suddenly stated, bringing a confused expression to Dennis's face. "And I also hate you, as well." She added. "Do you think I am a fool?" Dennis suddenly asked her. "You can't love and hate someone at the exact same time." "I am well aware! And yet this is how I genuinely feel about you. I despise you because you treat me like trash, you never cease a moment to mock and defame my family name. Afterall, I am nothing but the daughter of a poor baron, who will so much as spare me another glance?" She asked. "But I have loved you for a very long time, even before we got married. This is not the first time we met-do you remember the crowned prince's birthday four years ago?" She asked him, of which he nodded. Thank heavens, he was patiently listening to her this time. "That is when I saw you Dennis, and I admired you immediately, especially how nicely you treated others, be it your siblings or random strangers, you never rejected a single dance. Unfortunately, I couldn't summon my courage to dance with you. There was a girl that you gave a handkerchief to, that day." She said, looking up at him with a smile. Dennis eyes widened In surprise. "I have altered greatly since that day, am I right?" She asked. "Life can be funny. I got what I wanted, and I was glad that I did, but the person I loved oh so dearly, never once genuinely loved me back." She managed to successfully grip the sword, and threw it a good distance away. One of the servants immediately grabbed it, while Dennis was still confused. "You made me feel less of a human being, Dennis." Beatrice said. Dennis placed his hand to his forehead. "You talk too much." He began. "So much that you have dwindled my killing intent completely." He glanced at her, and saw the hopeful gaze in her eyes. "Old man. Count yourself fortunate to live another day." He began. "Go up to your room this instant, and don't come into my line of sight for the whole of the day, otherwise, I might change my mind." George immediately sprang up to his feet, leaving the chaotic scene behind him, even ignoring Sariane who called after him. Who cares about some woman? If Sariane were to die today, it would be a pity, but there is still plenty of fish In the sea. "And you." Dennis said, turning to Sariane who hiccuped in fear. "I want you out of the south for good first thing tomorrow morning." Hestated, while Sariane nodded. "I know your place of residence, and I do not want to see so much as a trace of your shadow. Or else, I will send Cornelia to haunt you down." Sariane's gaze moved from Dennis to the maid, who was waving at her with a smile on her face, as one would wave at an old friend. "I will leave!" Sariane said. Dennis nodded his head in contentment. "Don't go cheating with married men again, I can assure you, you will see Cornelia's face In your dreams." He threatened. "Lastly." He said, glancing at the maid, who also looked up at him. "You are fired." He simply told her. "I was compelled to, my lord!" She cried, while groveling at his feet. "Did you not feel a pang on your conscience while you acted as an intermediary between them both?" Beatrice inquired. "What?" The maid asked, looking at her. "He is the master of this house. If you had told him beforehand, things would have never escalated to this point." She said. "My lady.." The maid began, grabbing a hold of Beatrice's dress. "Let go of my frock!" Beatrice snapped at her harshly. Dennis raised a brow, but said nothing. "Sebastian." Dennis called out. "Yes, my lord." A middle aged man stepped out from the crowd of servants. "Get these two women out of my sight, their presence nauseates me." He ordered. "Of course, my lord." Sebastian replied, dragging both women out of the door harshly. Sariane was silent, but Jione was still begging at the top of her voice, pleas which fell on deaf ears. Sylvester groaned in his 'sleep', and Beatrice noticed that. "Katrina can you.. she began but she suddenly felt dizzy. Katrina called out worriedly, running to her. But Beatrice was sure of one thing, though she did not know if to be pleased or not. A pair of strong most definitely hands gripped her firmly and tightly before she hit the ground