The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 133: Still untouched

Somehow, Joanna felt sympathy for them despite how they appeared in attire that revealed the eye-catching part of their upper bodies, as if the rumor were true; they had actually been treated poorly by her father as his illegitimate daughters, who were born from one or two of his mistresses.

Viscount Henderson was a fallen nobleman from Deize, a territory in Terra. He should have been invited by the King if he appeared in the same inn as them.

Although he was regarded as a fallen aristocrat who had gone bankrupt because of his drinking and womanizing habit, where he had married more than five times and had many mistresses, including courtesans, out of his household, he was still the King’s vassal who had shown his loyalty to the King. Hence, he still became a royal invitee.

What he had done to live in his household was offer his illegitimate daughters as the mistresses of a noble man, regardless of their ages and status, while he would offer his legitimate daughters to a proper marriage alliance, which from his point of view could lift his noble status.

And it was what he was doing at the moment when he offered his daughters as the mistress of the General.

What a mean father he was. It made Joanna feel beyond grateful to have John de Lara as her father. She could not imagine what she would do if she were one of the ladies who were offered by her own father to warm someone’s bed without acknowledging her feelings.

"So, what do you think about them, General? Which one do you prefer to choose as your mistress?" Viscount Henderson brazenly asked, ignoring the previous stern statement of Canillas that he was not interested in taking any mistresses. The Viscount then turned to look at Duke de Lara to say, "And what about you, John? Your bed has been cold for a very long time, has it not? Don’t you think it is your time to warm it up?"

He then hooked his index finger before moving it several times, gesturing for his two daughters, who stood behind him, to stand by his side.

"Take a good look at my girls, John. Don’t you think they are beautiful?" Viscount Henderson continued to shamelessly promote his daughters to the Duke of Barasca. "Based on how you were infatuated with Alenna, I think my daughter, Erna, suits you well. Her personalities are similar to those of Alenna. You will definitely find Alenna in Erna. So, you won’t be disappointed in taking Erna as your wife."

Viscount Bruce Henderson spoke with a broad smile while wrapping his arm around the shoulder of the timid-looking lady named Erna, who kept her eyes downcast in the direction of her fidgeting fingers.

"They are all your daughters, Bruce. Stop treating them as objects that can be sold anytime you want." Duke John reprimanded the audacious old man, whose age was about eight years older than his.

For Duke John, what was done by the older man to his own daughters was not peculiar, as he had seen and heard him busy offering his daughters to his colleagues. But it was the first time he approached him to offer his daughter, which made him surprised, as no one dared do what the older man did to him.

Almost every person in his circle in Terra knew that he had rejected all the proposals that came to him to be his wife. Hence, he could only presume that the older man’s financial condition had plummeted dramatically, which made him move more blindly than ever, like he was doing at the moment.

Duke John was also certain that before approaching him, he should have approached some other influential people whom he thought could help him solve his financial problem by selling his daughters.

"How can you stay celibate that long, John?" Viscount Henderson commented before clicking his tongue, seeming not to be concerned in the slightest with what had been advised to him. "You only live once. Just enjoy every moment, especially when there are so many women who are ready to fill the position of the late Alenna. May her soul rest in peace," he mumbled under his breath as if praying for the soul of Alenna de Lara before continuing to make his business successful.

"But I do believe Alenna will be at peace to see you build a new family. So, think of it well, John, for your happiness in your old age and the peacefulness of Alenna."

Duke John, who previously tried to hold his anger when the older man implied his son-in-law divorced his daughter because he reckoned him to be desperate and drunk, which was useless to deal with, attempted to give a stronger warning this time upon hearing the words that he thought to be impudent, as the older man had dared to poke his beloved late wife. freeweɓnovel.cøm

He could not tolerate the older man anymore, as his drunken state was no longer able to be a reason to hold his anger back. But before he was able to do that, his daughter’s voice suddenly filled his ears.

"My father has given his answer to your offer, sir. We are sorry that we have to turn it down." Joanna, who could not bear to see the drunkard man demean and sell his own daughters, even involving her father and mentioning her late mother only for his advantages, spoke.

"I believe Lady Erna and Lady Lauren also do not want to be treated this way. You need to understand their feelings. They also deserve a better spouse and should become a legal wife rather than becoming someone’s mistress or being forced to fill someone’s wife position," Joanna confidently uttered her opinion, looking straight into the squinting eyes of the drunkard man, who was obviously not pleased with the way she spoke to advise him.

Viscount Henderson was indeed displeased. He burst out of laughter before giving his response to the younger person, who was also a woman but dared to advise him, the elderly, and a man. None of his daughters dared do what this lady did to him.

"Lady Joanna is a beautiful and lucky lady to be born as the sole daughter of Duke de Lara, who has so many options to be the wife of someone with a very high social status. But you really threw away your privilege and only ended up becoming the wife of a commoner. Someone with lower status than the graceful de Lara. And now you gave a lecture about what kind of spouse should be had by my daughters?" Viscount Henderson clicked his tongue before sneering at Joanna.

He then continued to pour out his dissatisfaction, as he felt that the chance for his offer to be accepted by an influential figure like de Lara was zero. "And as a woman, you don’t have the right to talk about what is supposed to be decided by the gentlemen we have here!" He spoke in a firm, louder tone. His greasy face was reddened in anger, while some spit slipped out of his mouth as he spoke in rage.

Fortunately, Joanna was at an unreachable distance. Otherwise, she would have been busy wiping the spit that splashed on the part of her face and her attire, then throwing away the handkerchief she used for wiping them.

Many eyes in the restaurant had been long focused on the free entertainment that was initiated by the drunkard, mad man, who seemed not to care about him being watched by them. Murmurs and whispers also came along with the rising intensity of the scene performed before their eyes.

"Don’t you dare raise your voice to my daughter, Bruce!" Duke John stepped forward to defend his sole daughter, who had spoken on his behalf.

The tone of his voice was firmer than the drunkard man used to reprimand Joanna, but the volume was suppressed, as the Duke was sober enough not to be like the impudent, drunkard older man. But he would make sure that no one was allowed to demean his daughter as long as he still breathed.

"I have said I am not taking any of your daughters, who were like my own daughters, to be my wife. And what my daughter said is right. Don’t treat your daughters that way. They deserve better. I think we have enough here. Now you go do your own business!" Duke John stated his stance clearly, leaving no room for further argument.

However, his speaking opponent was showing that he was either drunk or acting like a dull-minded person who did not care about anything but his own goal.

"You really waste the privilege you have, John." Viscount Henderson clicked his tongue, showing dissatisfaction. "What about General von Rodega?" A smile was suddenly plastered on his reddened face of rage as if trying to take the heart of his only hope, whom he previously looked cynically at and mentioned as a commoner in disgust, to be willing to take one of his daughters and save him from his financial problem.

The Viscount could grasp how much property the young General had as a reward from the King of Archess for his excellent performance and achievement in defending and expanding his nation. Therefore, although the young General was a commoner, if Erna or Lauren could become his bed warmer, Viscount Henderson could imagine how leisure life he could have if he could get one of his properties.

"As a hero, you surely need more women to warm your bed. Just by looking at your wife’s physique..." The older man paused, scanning Joanna, who stood hand in hand next to his remaining target, from top to bottom again, which made Joanna’s brows knit in disgust. He then resumed to chirp,

"She looks weak. She is not strong enough to please a man with a huge physique who is well known to be a bloodthirsty man." The older man smiled and then wrapped his arm around the shoulder of his other daughter, Lauren, who appeared more seductive than the timid-looking Erna.

"And my daughter Lauren is ready to please General von Rodega," he confidently said, turning his head to look at Lauren, who was smiling seductively with her red lips.

As if it were not enough, he straightened Lauren’s shoulders so that she would show her bossom, of which half were not covered by the neckline of her red dress.

"And worry not, General. She is still untouched, and I can guarantee that. If you agree to take her as your mistress, then you will be her first. Don’t you think it is more pleasurable to taste something new and fresh rather than something already used, whose taste is already known?" The older man grinned, raising his brows as he glanced at Joanna, not even the slightest feeling mortified by his indecent words.