"Who is he?", the Lord Mayor rolled up his sleeves, without the slightest demeanor of an upper-class elite. He walked back and forth, looking at Mrs. Vivian who was sitting silently on the edge of the bed from time to time. If the servant hadn't told him today that the menstrual tape was not used up, he wouldn't have known about it at all!
The menstrual belt is a long strip of pure cotton fabric filled with some easily absorbent substances. It is a small thing for women to use during their menstrual period. What the poor people use is relatively simple, just strips of cloth. After use, they wash and dry them, then put them away for next use. But for a family with the mayor's status, this kind of thing is a consumable. The servant will bring a new vaginal belt every month according to the scheduled time.
But this time, the maid found that all the menstrual belts from last month were placed in the drawer. She knew that Mrs. Vivian might be pregnant, so she excitedly told the housekeeper the news. The servants at home are actually a little worried. At the age of the mayor and Mrs. Vivian, there are still no descendants. This is a very scary thing for the servants at home. This means that one of them cannot complete the continuation of the blood surname. A great cause, the harm to the family is devastating.
If the master of the family gets older and is unable to give birth to offspring, these servants will start to think about finding another way out. Instead of hanging on a tree, waiting for the property to be taken back by the family after the old owner dies, and they are expelled from the family.
Therefore, the mistress's pregnancy is definitely a happy thing for all the servants in the family.
But the problem is...the seed in Mrs. Vivian's belly does not belong to the mayor.
When the butler told Peter the pleasant news and congratulated him with joy, the above scene happened.
There was surging anger hidden in Peter's cold eyes. He knew that Mrs. Vivian was looking for some young men to have fun outside, but he didn't really care. As early as when he met Mrs. Vivian, his ultimate goal was not love, but profit. He could allow Mrs. Vivian to be romantic, or he could allow her to fool around outside. All of these were the consequences that he should bear for deceiving Mrs. Vivian.
Just like himself, he also had several mistresses outside, and he even had suspicions about himself that he was the one who could not give birth to offspring. So this further intensified his indulgence towards Mrs. Vivian, but there was one thing: Mrs. Vivian should not have feelings for anyone, let alone get pregnant. This was intolerable and unforgivable behavior.
He put one hand on the pure gold belt buckle, unbuttoned it, and slowly pulled the belt off his waist, curling his arms to expose the tip. Even though he was going crazy, he still retained the most basic sense. He knew not to let Mrs. Vivian be too seriously injured, let alone beat her to death. No matter how many years the old man lying on the bed can live, at least while he is alive, the mayor must bow to the authority in his hands.
He waved his arm vigorously, and the leather belt hit Mrs. Vivian's arm with a roaring sound in the air with wind pressure. A blood mark suddenly appeared on the skin exposed to the air, and it quickly became red and swollen.
"Bitch, tell me who did it! Otherwise I will never make it easy for you today!" Peter's body trembled slightly when he spoke, but he controlled his violent emotions well and did not yell. It was a low voice roaring through gritted teeth. He swung the belt again and hit Mrs. Vivian hard. With a snap, the belt bent over when it touched Mrs. Vivian's shoulder and hit her back.
Angrily, Peter rushed over and tore off Mrs. Vivian's clothes, clenching his teeth, his eyes flashing with fierceness, and waving the belt in his hand crazily again and again.
I don't know how much time passed, but Mrs. Vivian was covered in bloodstains and lying on the ground panting. Only then did Peter's anger subside a lot. He casually shook off the somewhat deformed belt, put down his rolled-up sleeves, straightened his shirt, glanced sideways at Mrs. Vivian on the ground, and pushed the door open. Just as the door was about to close, the mayor's voice came.
"I will find that guy, even if you don't say a word!"
After venting his rage and destruction, the mayor felt much better. He walked to the dining room and sat down, and asked the butler to bring him a glass of high-strength fruit wine with three ice cubes. He hooked his fingers, and the butler bent down and listened to his instructions.
"How many people know about Madam's pregnancy?"
The indifferent tone and the mayor's cold eyes made the butler's heart skip a beat. He whispered: "Three maids and a servant girl know the news. I asked them not to spread the news for the time being. We can discuss it after the news is confirmed." Not too late."
"Well done!" The mayor pointed to the butler, casually took a red fruit from the fruit plate on the coffee table, threw it into his mouth, and bit it hard. The cold juice and the sweet and sour taste stimulated his taste buds. Some red juice like blood splashed out from his mouth and fell on the transparent coffee table. "Get rid of these people and be quiet. I don't want to I don’t hear anyone talking about this anymore, do you understand?”
The butler's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't know why there was such an instruction, as a butler, he decided to faithfully carry out the tasks assigned by his master.
"Call Madam's driver. I have something to ask him." The Lord Mayor waved his hand, and the butler leaned away and left. Although there was some pity in his eyes, it was quickly replaced by perseverance.
After a while, Mrs. Vivian’s dedicated driver stood in front of the mayor with some embarrassment. Although he was Mrs. Vivian’s dedicated driver, he rarely had the opportunity to meet the mayor, even though he was a big shot. The two are husband and wife, but they rarely act in unison. He lowered his head uneasily and said, "Mr. Mayor."
Peter crossed his legs. The "activity" just now made him feel an unprecedented sense of comfort. At this time, a smile actually appeared on his face, "Where does Mrs. Vivian go most recently?"
The driver didn't dare to lie. He already felt like he was out of breath standing here, so how could he dare to lie
"Madam has been going to the Delisle Art Museum a lot recently. She often buys some paintings or works of art."
The Lord Mayor still knows about Delir. He has known about this person from the first day he came to Tenel City. He had friends in the capital, but Delisle had some moral issues there and was kicked out. He had no choice but to settle in a small city like Tenel, where he made a living by selling some so-called "arts." Mrs. Vivian got back a lot of things from him, and some of the mayors even asked people to look at them, and finally concluded that they were "worthless".
However, seeing that Mrs. Vivian was very keen on art and also held a tea party with Delisle, he turned a blind eye to it. No matter how much money he spent, it was not his. There is no need for him to feel bad about money that is not his own.
But Delisle..., no, not him!
The mayor raised his head and said, "Go and invite Delisle here. Just say that I invited him to be a guest. Go now!"
(End of chapter)