I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 110 - Trist’s Death (1/5)
When Litte arrived at Olivia’s dormitory, she was startled to see the two of them eating inside.
“Litte, what are you doing here?” Olivia looked at Litte’s figure appearing at the door and asked with confusion.
“Yes, Litte, is something wrong?” Lianca, beside Olivia, also asked.
Litte had come this time, thinking that when Orson told her he was going out for something, he meant going to Olivia’s place. She hadn’t expected Orson wasn’t actually at Olivia’s home.
So, he really went out to do something important?
Thinking this, Litte couldn’t help but feel a hint of guilt towards Orson.
“Uh... nothing, nothing, I came to the wrong place...”
Saying this, Litte quickly prepared to close the door, but Olivia called out to her.
“Wait, Litte.”
“Since you’re already here, stay and eat before you go.” Subsequently, Olivia forcefully pulled Litte back into the room.
At the dining table, Litte sat stiffly to the side. Facing the two sisters, Lianca and Olivia, she didn’t know what to say and could only remain silent, quietly eating the food in front of her.
“Litte, did you come here to find Orson?” Olivia asked. “You usually don’t come here alone. You only come when it’s about Orson.”
“Um... yes.” Litte hesitated for a while, then nodded. “Orson said he had something to do tonight, I thought he was coming here, so I came...”
“Pfft.” Olivia covered her mouth, letting out a soft chuckle at Litte’s simple reason. “I didn’t expect such a simple reason. In that case, Litte, you’re really quite cute.”
“Where...” Litte blushed.
“But Orson really didn’t come today. In fact, besides the two nights we went to Orson’s place to cook and eat, we haven’t really seen Orson much these past few days.”
“Is Orson busy with something? He didn’t even tell me. How secretive,” Olivia’s tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction and pouting.
“No, nothing.” Litte heard that Orson hadn’t told Olivia they were dealing with the Iron Wolf Knight Corps and knew that Orson surely considered this a private matter. Therefore, she didn’t reveal anything but also helped Orson keep it a secret.
After all, although the outcome was fine, the entire process was extremely dangerous. Litte had almost been in trouble. Orson probably didn’t want Olivia to worry about this, which was why he hadn’t mentioned it.
Thinking this, for some reason, Litte’s jealousy intensified again.
After all, Orson’s actions were just like a family-oriented man not wanting his wife to worry about his safety.
The more Litte thought about it, the angrier she got. She simply stopped saying anything else.
The conversation between them ended with a rather awkward atmosphere.
...
Late at night, after Orson returned to the academy, he saw a familiar figure at the school gate.
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Under the bright moonlight, a black evening gown, clearly chosen with care, seemed to welcome his return.
The silvery moonlight spilled onto the ground, reflecting the girl’s equally silvery long hair. Swaying in the evening breeze, her hair and the hem of her dress moved together, looking ethereal and otherworldly.
Then, seeming to notice his arrival, the girl’s gaze slowly lowered from the silver moon, and she turned to look at him.
Her red eyes, like aged red wine, possessed a captivating charm.
Her exquisite and beautiful face, combined with her graceful figure, showcased the Creator’s favoritism.
Orson looked at Olivia and said half-jokingly, “So late, what are you doing?”
“Admiring the moon, I suppose?”
“Suppose?”
“Yes, because you’re here, I don’t want to admire the moon anymore,” Olivia said with a smile.
She then walked up to Orson and leaned gently against his arm.
“I have something else I’d rather do now.”
...
When Trist woke up again, he was lying on a soft bed, completely bound.
He tried to exert force, but the illness hadn’t subsided, leaving him with no strength. He could only lie there quietly.
Then, he slowly and stiffly tried to turn his head. He discovered that this was the very room he had used to confine Susie.
He looked towards the wall where the leg shackles used to restrain Susie were fixed. Now, nothing remained there.
Indeed, Susie had been rescued by someone.
“You’re awake,” a cold voice came from beside him—only the Doctor’s.
“I have no other demands. You’ve already rescued her. I will give you another compensation, thirty thousand gold coins, enough for David and Susie to live well after they get out, even for David to rebuild his father’s business is not impossible,” Trist said, forcing his tone to remain calm.
“Of course, on the condition that you keep it a secret, don’t reveal this matter, and move away from this city, far away from Constan City.”
Now, with others holding the knife and him being the fish, he could only try his best to set an appropriate price for his life, so as not to anger the other party and get himself killed immediately.
Moreover, his judgment indicated that the Doctor was a calm person. The best proof was that he hadn’t killed him directly after finding out about the matter.
“You think you’re in a position to negotiate with me?” The Doctor said with a smile, revealing his scalpel.
The light reflected off the scalpel, stinging Trist’s eyes and causing him to squint slightly.
“You didn’t actually think I left you here to negotiate, did you?”
“The money in the bank can only be accessed by me. After I die, with no heir to inherit, the money will be confiscated. You won’t get a penny then either!” Seeing this, Trist resorted to threatening the Doctor with mutual destruction.
“Do I look like someone who cares about such a small amount of money?”
The Doctor said this, holding Trist’s head down with one hand.
Trist struggled desperately, but compared to the Doctor, his resistance was pathetically weak.
“Starting now, I’m going to perform surgery on you,” the Doctor stated.
“Of course, this surgery will not have anesthetic. I will directly cut into your head, exposing your brain to the air, and you still won’t die.”
“You... you demon!” Trist completely panicked now, his voice starting to become sharp.
“If becoming a demon means dealing with trash like you, then I don’t mind at all,” the Doctor smiled.
