I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2679 - 1665: Joyful Pulse

When Fujiwara Reiki got home, it was naturally already dark.

"Miss, Lady is waiting for you."

"Hmm."

For some reason, although the environment hadn’t changed at all, it felt somewhat oppressive.

Even breathing seemed to become less smooth.

At the door of her mother’s chamber, Fujiwara Reiki, clearly called back by her brother, knocked on the door.

The maids on both sides stared straight ahead.

"Knock knock knock—"

A few seconds after knocking, Fujiwara Reiki slid the door open and entered.

The tableware had already been cleared.

"Mother, was it you who asked my brother to call me back?"

Fujiwara Reiki smiled brightly, unaffected by the inexplicable atmosphere in the house.

The maid closed the door.

"Sit."

Lady Fujiwara, who had been resting her eyes, opened them.

A daughter is ultimately closer to her mother than a son, and Fujiwara Reiki didn’t act as properly as Fujiwara Takuya had earlier. She walked straight to Lady Fujiwara’s side and sat down, affectionately holding her mother’s arm.

"Mother wouldn’t miss me so quickly, would you? Even though I’m about to get married soon, I can always come back to visit you, and it won’t be any different from now."

Lady Fujiwara gave no definitive answer. Instead, she asked, quite unexpectedly, "Do you really want to marry Wataru Tetsuya?"

As a mother, understanding her daughter’s thoughts is only natural, but isn’t it a bit late to ask? The wedding date has been set.

Early next month.

Now asking, even if the result isn’t ideal, can she really back out?

"Why is Mother asking this?"

Fujiwara Reiki also seemed caught off guard by her mother’s sudden question.

"Is Mother dissatisfied with Wataru Tetsuya in some way?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Of course."

Fujiwara Reiki smiled sweetly, with half of her body leaning against her mother.

This is the warmth a son can no longer enjoy.

"I am dissatisfied with Wataru Tetsuya in every way. He’s not fit at all."

What difference does it make that he’s a Prince?

As the matriarch of the Fujiwara Family, Lady Fujiwara is fully qualified to look down upon him.

"Mother, do you think Wataru Tetsuya’s appearance is lacking? But appearance in a man isn’t important."

Fujiwara Reiki gently consoled, and if that Prince His Highness were present, he would be completely moved.

But unfortunately.

He will never hear these words.

"An alliance by marriage with the Imperial Family is indeed a convenient path, but not the only one."

Lady Fujiwara has deep prejudice against this son-in-law.

Fujiwara Reiki sighed, "Mother, a daughter is bound to marry after all."

"Wataru Tetsuya is dead."

"What?"

For a moment, Fujiwara Reiki didn’t react.

Indeed.

Lady Fujiwara was too straightforward, with no preamble, much like Fujiwara Takuya.

After all, they are mother and son.

"What did Mother just say?"

Fujiwara Reiki’s naturally alluring eyes betrayed confusion.

"Wataru Tetsuya is dead."

Lady Fujiwara repeated, without a hint of distress in her expression or tone.

This time, Fujiwara Reiki definitely heard it clearly, so she froze.

Lady Fujiwara offered no comfort, not even giving her daughter a chance to perform—no, to display her sorrow—asking almost accusatorily, "Didn’t you know?"

Fujiwara Reiki shook her head blankly, and then, belated shock finally appeared in her pupils.

"Is Mother joking with her daughter?"

"Fujiwara Takuya just came by; he saw with his own eyes that Wataru Tetsuya was shot dead."

Fujiwara Reiki covered her mouth.

Lady Fujiwara averted her gaze, not out of reluctance, more like, out of sight, out of mind?

"Does it have anything to do with you."

Lady Fujiwara asked.

The son is indeed a troublemaker.

But fortunately, the daughter is not a goody-two-shoes either.

When grief reaches its peak, it’s true that tears don’t come; although Fujiwara Reiki covered her mouth, seemingly at the brink of collapse, in reality, not a single tear fell, not even a sob.

Perhaps.

Her mother’s question dammed the flood of emotion.

Indeed.

When the only audience refuses to appreciate it, whom is the performance for?

"Does it have anything to do with me? Mother, that was my husband."

In reality, Fujiwara Takuya shouldn’t complain; Lady Fujiwara was impartial, suspecting not only her son but not sparing the biggest victim aside from the deceased.

"Would I kill my own husband?"

Fujiwara Reiki’s tone wasn’t intense, yet it struck the heart.

Lady Fujiwara remained impassive.

Others definitely wouldn’t.

But her daughter cannot be measured by common sense.

"Concerning the Imperial Family and the Fujiwara Family, I find it hard to imagine who would be so mad."

"Mother can’t imagine who would be so bold, so you suspect me?"

Fujiwara Reiki didn’t cry and instead laughed, "Then why doesn’t Mother suspect Fujiwara Takuya?"

In fact, the mother also doubts him.

But Lady Fujiwara certainly won’t say so.

"If it were you, tell me."

"A reason?"

Fujiwara Reiki took a light breath, "Why would I kill my husband? What good does it do me to become a widow scorned by the world?"

Lady Fujiwara remained silent.

She had no answer.

If her daughter were the murderer, then what’s the motive?

If it was just to avoid marriage, there were other solutions; there was no need to resort to such an extreme method.

"Mother, did you ask the same to Fujiwara Takuya? Or do you start to believe that the current Fujiwara Takuya has turned over a new leaf?"

"He said it wasn’t him."

Lady Fujiwara quickly said, which was not an answer to a question, but a statement of stance.

Who the real murderer is, don’t worry about that for now.