Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Eugene, dressed in a patient’s gown, was standing at the entrance.

“Eugene?”

When Constantina asked in surprise, Eugene let out a small laugh.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Of course, Heinrich had the same expression.

Constantina, looking like she was doubting if she was dreaming, slowly said.

“You… died.”

Eugene shrugged.

“As you can see, I’m more alive than ever.”

Barely regaining her composure, Constantina spoke again with a calm demeanor.

“That’s fortunate.”

“Have you been well? You’ve been busy.”

With that, Eugene threw the file she was holding in front of Constantina. And then spoke.

“You made good use of Deborah Dexa.”

Deborah Dexa might have been naive, but it seemed she managed to manipulate her into being the main culprit of the bomb terror attack.

“You think the government knows the government’s psychology best? If it weren’t for this hospital terror incident, I would’ve wrapped things up by dealing with Deborah Dexa alone.”

Constantina didn’t hide her bewilderment.

“What are you talking about? Who is Deborah Dexa?”

Deborah Dexa was the mistress of Sergei, Eugene’s fiancé, so technically, Constantina wouldn’t know her.

Regardless, Eugene continued.

“But you crossed the line. You brought in dangerous people. Lancenum wasn’t the kind of group for a wealthy madam like you to handle.”

Maybe Lancenum approached Constantina first, but that was something to investigate later. Right now, there was something more important.

Constantina scoffed.

“You must be disoriented from just waking up.”

Eugene, as if having nothing more to say, nodded toward the forgotten file between them.

“These are the proofs that you orchestrated the car accident that killed my mother ten years ago.”

Heinrich, not expecting this, looked sharply at the file.

“The mechanic who repaired my mother’s car suddenly received a large amount of cryptocurrency he never invested in, and not long after my mother died in the accident, the mechanic committed suicide. The man who was about to buy a new house just the day before.”

Constantina flared up.

“What kind of fiction are you writing?”

Of course, Eugene never expected Constantina to easily admit all her crimes.

“Sort out right from wrong in court. All the evidence has been sent to the prosecutor’s office.”

Constantina’s face turned pale at Eugene’s words.

She had taken great care to ensure that this could never be traced back to her, how did they find the evidence…

Eugene, arms crossed, watched Constantina.

It made sense, but Constantina could never imagine that her own daughter would have handed over this information.

* * *

The door to the hotel room opened, and Leah, dressed in a robe, smirked crookedly.

“What brings the princess to such a shabby place?”

In front of her stood Eugene.

“Can I come in?”

When Eugene asked, Leah, without erasing her crooked smile, walked inside. She didn’t specifically say to come in.

“Please wait outside.”

Eugene told the bodyguards and followed her inside.

“What would you like to drink?”

Leah asked as she went to the home bar.

“No, thank you.”

When Eugene declined, Leah poured herself a whiskey, even though it was only eight in the morning, and sat on the sofa, crossing her legs.

“What’s your business?”

Eugene placed the tablet she brought in front of her. On it was a photo of Leah with a man.

The man didn’t look like the wealthy people Leah usually associated with; he appeared to be an ordinary person. More importantly, in the photo, Leah was smiling brightly, a look Eugene had never seen before. Between them was a young girl, about three years old, who resembled Leah.

Seeing the photo, Leah flinched and glared at Eugene as if she wanted to tear her apart.

“You….”

But Eugene, maintaining an indifferent expression, said.

“It’s a bit disappointing. You haven’t even introduced me to my niece yet.”

Leah’s seemingly reckless, or rather bulletproof, lifestyle was a facade. Just like Eugene had pretended to have a non-existent virus.

Of course, Leah had been truly reckless and the queen of parties until she secretly got married. She even had an affair with Sergei, but after meeting her husband, she left that life behind.

Before that, Leah wasn’t much different from her other siblings. She simply wasn’t obsessed with the Fuger-Dulloch inheritance because she had the Mavrogiotis fortune.

But now, Leah was a completely different person.

Then Leah scoffed and spoke.

“If you’re trying to blackmail me with this….”

“I didn’t take this photo.”

Eugene interrupted.

“I bought it for a high price from a detective your mother hired.”

Realizing it was something her mother would do, Leah closed her mouth. Eugene looked at her.

“I know your mother doesn’t acknowledge your family. I heard she even tried to secretly take your daughter recently.”

Leah remained silent. The emotions on her face were a mix of guilt, doubt, and anger. But soon, Leah composed herself.

“She’s still my mother.”

“Defending your mother won’t solve the problem. Just like keeping my father alive forever won’t solve mine.”

“Mother only loved Father. She only wanted him.”

Leah said almost hysterically.

To Heinrich, Leah’s mother, Constantina, was just a one-night stand. Constantina had bragged about it, but in truth, that night was the result of her relentless efforts to be with him.

“So, it’s okay?”

Eugene asked.

“Are you going to let your mother keep living like this?”

Leah unconsciously fell silent. A moment of silence passed before Leah began to speak.

“To some extent, I understood my mother. In a family that seems frozen in the medieval era, she was completely excluded from the line of succession just because she was born a woman. All she was left with was some money handed to her like alimony and a man who didn’t love her.”

She had nothing left but a flashy yet empty life and an obsession with unreciprocated love.

“I felt sorry for her and wanted to make her happy. I even thought I’d win the Fuger-Dulloch inheritance she so desperately wanted.”

But after having a child, everything changed for Leah. She didn’t want to pass on anything from this hollow world she was born into to her daughter.

Leah looked at the family photo on the tablet and muttered.

“Children are amazing. They can change a person in an instant.”

Then she looked at Eugene and, with a surge of emotion, said.

“You can laugh if you want, but I really wanted to be your sibling. Even though I knew it was out of my reach.”

She took a deep breath.

“When my inferiority complex was at its peak, I slept with Sergei. I know it’s strange. But the fact that I could never be your real sibling, that I, with a different last name, couldn’t stand proudly in front of you, made me angry. It wasn’t even my fault. So, I wanted to ruin everything.”

Leah clenched her fist.

“But it was me who got ruined.”

Eugene could have said many things: that she understood Leah’s feelings, or that sleeping with someone like Sergei was a foolish decision. But instead, she said.

“Leah Hanson. It suits you better than Mavrogiotis or Fuger-Dulloch.”

Leah pressed her lips together as if holding back tears.

Eugene took the glass Leah was holding, took a sip, shrugged, and placed it back on the table.

“It’s good. What kind of tea is it?”

At least it wasn’t whiskey.

Leah muttered.

“Rooibos.”

This time, the tablet displayed an early pregnancy ultrasound image.

“Is the second one also a girl?”

Leah nodded. Eugene smiled faintly.

“Girls are better, anyway.”

In this situation, which could be called a war of daughters, it might have been an ironic statement, but Eugene believed it.

* * *

“That can’t be.”

Constantina muttered, barely squeezing out her voice.

“Leah is my daughter.”

But she must have known that Leah was the only one who could have handed over the information.

Constantina hastily looked out the window showing the hospital corridor. Without needing to look closely, at the end of the hallway, Leah stood with an anxious expression. Though she had been told she didn’t have to come, Leah had insisted she wouldn’t just hide in the background.

It wasn’t hard to notice that the men around Leah were plainclothes police officers. Even though they were dressed in civilian clothes, they made no real effort to hide their identities.

Realizing that Leah had abandoned her, Constantina nearly collapsed, screaming.

“Leah is my daughter! My only daughter!”

She had conceived children with other men several times but had never given birth to them. One child, Leah, Heinrich’s daughter, was enough.

Constantina glared at Eugene as if she wanted to tear her apart, her eyes glinting with venom.

“Do you know how I raised Leah? Your mother abandoned you for a man, but I cherished Leah so much that she never had to set foot on the ground. I gave her everything.”

Eugene didn’t particularly pity Constantina, but she spoke sincerely.

“Leah loves you. Enough that she can’t let you keep going down the wrong path.”

“It won’t work trying to drive a wedge between Leah and me! Do you think I’ll fall for your tricks?”

In a flash, Constantina pulled a gun from her clutch bag and aimed it at Heinrich. The barrel didn’t waver; it pointed straight at him. She had once been a junior shooting champion. Despite this, Eugene remained expressionless and spoke.

“Is this the love you speak of?”

Behind Eugene, the police officers were drawing their guns and rushing forward. Constantina kept her eyes fixed on them.

“Heinrich, your place beside you was always meant for me. If only your family hadn’t decided to ally with the Lians.”

Then she turned the gun to her own temple and pulled the trigger.

Bang!