Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 22 - Twenty Two

"What are you doing here?" Damon spoke. He did not yell. He did not raise his voice. He just asked a simple question, but the threat behind his words was massive.

Isabel scrambled to get off his bed. She pushed herself backward, sliding off the silk sheets until her feet hit the stone floor. She quickly tried to smooth down her ruined pink dress. She pushed her messy blonde hair out of her eyes with shaking hands.

"My Lord," Isabel stuttered. Her arrogant, high-pitched voice was completely gone. She sounded small and afraid. She bowed her head quickly. "I... I heard you were injured. The news reached my family’s estate. I rode here as fast as I could. I was so worried about you."

She pointed a shaking finger toward Camilla, who was still standing calmly holding the bowl.

"And when I arrived, the guards would not let me in," Isabel continued, trying to make herself sound like the victim. "They tried to stop me from seeing you. And then I walked in and saw this... this horrible woman trying to feed you! She is the one who broke your saddle! Everyone in the capital is whispering about it! Why is she in your room? She should be in the dungeon!"

Damon’s eyes narrowed. He looked at Isabel with absolute contempt.

He hated when people barged into his private space. He hated loud noises. And he especially hated when people from outside his household tried to tell him how to handle his own wife, even if he wanted to divorce that wife.

"My guards gave you an order," Damon said coldly, ignoring her questions entirely. "They told you not to enter. You disobeyed the orders of the General of the Army in his own home."

Isabel’s face turned completely pale. She realized her mistake. She had let her jealousy make her bold, and now she was facing the consequences.

"I... I only meant well, My Lord," Isabel whispered, taking a small step backward. "I care for your safety."

Camilla stood by and watched the drama unfold. She took a small silver spoon from the tray and began to slowly stir her salty porridge again.

"Wow," Camilla thought inside her head. Her internal voice was analyzing the situation like a spectator watching a play. "He really is terrifying when he wants to be. Look at how he controls the room without even raising his voice. He is putting this pink puppy right in her place."

Damon heard Camilla’s thoughts. He heard her praise his commanding presence. For a tiny fraction of a second, the corner of his mouth twitched, almost wanting to smile at the compliment. But he quickly forced his face to remain cold and blank.

"Please forgive me for my behavior. I was just so worried." Isabel said as she took a small, careful step forward. She kept her hands clasped tightly together in front of her chest to show how anxious she was.

"My Lord," She tilted her head to the side, looking deeply concerned. "How are you feeling today? Does it hurt terribly? I know many highly skilled doctors in the capital city. They are the best in the entire kingdom. I will ask them to come to the mansion and take a look at your leg right away."

Damon stared at her sweet, innocent face. He felt annoyed. He did not need a young woman from another family managing his medical care. He had his own military doctors.

Damon spoke, his voice completely devoid of any warmth. "No need." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

His rejection was short and final. He did not thank her for her concern. He just wanted her to stop talking and leave.

Camilla let out a quiet breath. She decided she was done playing the role of the caring wife trying to feed her husband.

She slowly lowered her hands. She dropped the ceramic bowl of salty porridge onto the small wooden table next to the bed. The bowl landed with a dull thud. A tiny drop of the gray, salty water splashed over the side, but she did not care.

Camilla took a step back from the bed. She crossed her arms over her chest. She stood tall and watched the acting happening right before her eyes.

She looked at Isabel’s perfectly styled pink dress, her fake innocent eyes, and her sweet, sugary voice. Camilla did not feel angry. She just felt deeply amused. It was like watching a very bad stage play.

"Wow," Camilla thought to herself. Her internal voice was loud, clear, and very sarcastic. It echoed perfectly inside Damon’s mind.

Damon’s eyes darted slightly to the side. He could hear her thinking again.

"She really looks like a proper lady from a highly respectable family," Camilla’s thoughts continued, analyzing Isabel from head to toe. "She has the expensive clothes. She has the perfect manners. But secretly, she resorts to all kinds of dirty tricks."

Camilla uncrossed one arm and tapped her index finger against her chin. Her eyes were sharp and observant.

"She uses everything from scheming to emotional manipulation, just to get a man," Camilla thought, shaking her head internally. "I remember her perfectly from the book. In the novel, Isabel strongly supported Damon’s decision to divorce Lady Camilla. She was the one working behind the scenes to get Damon to divorce Camilla. She was secretly scheming with Mrs. Ida, the old housekeeper, to instigate the divorce."

Damon sat completely still on his bed. He listened to the clear, confident voice inside his head.

"Mrs. Ida?" Damon repeated the name in his own mind. Was Isabel really working secretly with his own staff?

Camilla’s internal voice did not stop. She was reviewing the plot of the novel she had read.

"Isabel actually succeeded in the book," Camilla thought, remembering the Chapters she had read by her swimming pool. "She succeeded by making Damon think that the original Lady Camilla was a dangerous spy working for his enemies. She planted fake letters. She spread terrible rumors. She ruined the poor girl’s life completely."

Damon looked at Camilla’s calm, blank face. She was just standing there, watching Isabel with a bored expression. But inside, her mind held incredible secrets.

"Why did Camilla comment on Isabel like that?" Damon thought to himself. His dark eyebrows pulled together in deep confusion.

He looked closely at Isabel, who was still standing at the foot of his bed, trying to look cute and innocent.

"How does Camilla know these things?" Damon wondered. "She speaks as if she knows exactly what Isabel is going to do before it even happens. And she speaks as if she read it in a book."

Damon’s brain started to connect the pieces. The head maid had accused Camilla of cutting the horse’s saddle. Now, Isabel was here, trying to act like his savior. It was all very suspicious.

Isabel noticed that Damon was quiet. She thought he was listening to her carefully. She decided it was time to push her plan forward. She needed to make the General hate his wife even more. She needed to plant the seed of doubt in his mind right now.

Isabel took a deep breath. She made her voice sound very serious and very sad.

"My Lord," Isabel continued, taking another small step toward his bed. "I also heard some other terrible news this morning. I heard that you lost that very important piece of land on the outskirts of the city. The land you were so determined to acquire for the new military camp."

Isabel paused. She slowly turned her head. She gave Camilla a long, sharp, sideways glance. Her eyes were full of dark meaning. She wanted to make sure Damon saw her looking at his wife.

Then, Isabel turned her face back to Damon. She put her hand over her heart.

"If it wasn’t for someone leaking your private plans," Isabel said softly, emphasizing the word someone, "you would not have lost that land to your rivals. Only people inside this house knew your strategy. I am absolutely sure there is someone here who betrayed you."