NovelEnglishChapter 1211: "Shouldn't I despise Brevard?" Waylon chuckled bitterly.
"Everyone praises Marisa for her grandeur, but little do they know it was Brevard's failings that drove her to her limits. If not for Brevard, she wouldn't have exhausted herself to death at such a young age!" Harlee observed Waylon, seated at the head of the table.
Despite his evident anger, there was an unmistakable softness in his tone when he spoke of Marisa. Waylon had feelings for Marisa? What was this about? Wasn't Waylon supposed to be Marisa's adopted son? Harlee experienced a surge of confusion but kept her expression neutral.
"Do you know Brevard is still alive?" Waylon smirked.
"He's locked up in the cellar by me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe'll never see daylight again.
Ha!" Harlee felt only one thing-he had lost his mind. She had assumed Waylon was motivated by greed or ambition, but it appeared he wanted neither.
He just wanted chaos in Rovania. Logically, Rovania's destiny was irrelevant to her.
Even if the nation vanished, she wouldn't bat an eye.
However, if Waylon aimed to smear Mogluylia's reputation, she wouldn't allow it.
Rhys, who had been nodding off, chin in hand, suddenly sharpened his gaze at the mention of Marisa. Something felt wrong. Sensing Waylon's real motives, he subtly squeezed Harlee's hand beneath the table, signaling with a private gesture that Waylon was plotting something.
gov- check it out! Harlee's heart raced. She had also noted something off but hadn't put it together until now. She once thought they had ensnared Waylon in a trap, but it appeared Waylon had laid out a grand schfor them, luring them in with the facade of walking unknowingly into their trap.
Noticing their subtle shift in expression, Waylon let out a triumphant laugh.
"It looks like you've caught on. Yes, I've done everything to draw you Mogluylian people in!" Harlee made a bold assumption.
"You're not really serving the Rovania government. You're looking to bury the Rovania government along with Marisa." "Exactly!" Waylon nodded enthusiastically.
"Marisa was a true genius.
Had it not been for the Rovania government's suppression, how could she have passed away at the mere age of thirty?" His motivation was clear: he sought vengeance for Marisa, aiming to bring the entire Rovania government down with her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHarlee voiced her deduction confidently.
"Exposing the Rovania government to international disgrace isn't enough to satisfy your hatred.
"Of course, it isn't enough. Miss Sanderson, do you understand how great Marisa was? She deserved a better fate instead of succumbing to illness in her prat thirty!" Waylon's eyes grew misty.
"You may not know, but if Marisa hadn't died, I could have been with her. We were only twelve years apart..." Waylon had risen from poverty, diligently studying just to alleviate sof Marisa's burdens.
But before he could fully mature, she perished in that hospital.
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