A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 287: Revenna’s Indulgence and Coldness - III

"I know about Mr. Eileen, I admire his scholarship, his ideals, his courage... How can you see what he did as madness, and how can you denounce Ravenna, who inherited his ideals, as crazy?"

Ansel's words made Leiden pause, but he quickly recovered, showing no shame or any other emotion, only deep, deep anger.

"What are you talking about! What do you know!"

Anyone would be intolerant of an outsider meddling in their family affairs, especially when the Ziegler family's problems are so... painful. Leiden, who considered himself a victim, slammed his hand on the table, his voice rising again:

"Great... great? That foolish arrogance, those unrealistic ideas, are they worthy of being called great? He just used those fanciful ideas to prove that his talent was above everyone else, I tell you... Eileen Ziegler was never a courageous man, let alone great! He was a madman!

A selfish bastard!"

The hesitation in Ravenna's heart disappeared instantly, leaving only coldness.

"The last sentence." She said indifferently, "It suits you better, Mr. Ziegler."

"Stealing grandfather's designs, selling them to the Etheric Academy, seeking a official position there, preserving yourself... I can't understand, how do you have the face to criticize grandfather for being selfish."

The second critical point.

Ansel's fingers interlocked, a slight smile gracing his lips.

My dear Venna would no longer heed any words from her father, so what should follow is...

"You!"

"Venna!" Eleanor, in her anxiety, held Leiden's shoulder. She looked into Ravenna's eyes, pleading desperately, "We had no choice back then... Father...Father had been researching alone for nine years, many were afraid of what he might create. I was pregnant with you then, we couldn't take the risk..."

A compelling and well-justified emotional card.

Ansel, who had seen Ravenna's life in its entirety, couldn't help but marvel at the "coincidence" of fate. Perhaps twenty-one years ago, destiny had already prepared for this conversation.

"..." Ravenna's expression indeed froze slightly. She was silent for a moment, then whispered, "But betrayal is betrayal."

"Betrayal... Betrayal!" Leiden was clearly losing his rationality in anger, "So what? So you want Eleanor, and the unborn you, to die because of that madman's ravings? Is that what you want, are you satisfied with that?"

The instinct to protect their child is ingrained in parents. If the Ziegler family was indeed in a precarious situation at that time, the actions of Leiden and Eleanor were understandable.

"Do you know?"

The current head of the Ziegler family took a cigar out of his pocket and put it in his mouth, Ansel could see his hand shaking slightly.

"I really want, really want, really want to beat you up right now, preferably to cripple you... to make you, this self-righteous, ignorant guy, pay for your words."

"I apologize if I offended you," Ansel said apologetically, "but I am..."

"But you are her friend."

The man exhaled a cloud of smoke, he shrouded his weary face in the smoke, using the tobacco to numb his shattered emotions.

"I always thought she could never have friends, but now she has you, a friend who firmly stands by her side and speaks for her."

"..."

Leiden's eyes drooped slightly, the cigar clamped between his fingers trembled: "You may be the only friend she can make."

"Please..." Eleanor, who had been glaring at Ansel with resentful eyes, covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably, "Be good to her, if you can, help her... please."

Father, mother.

Ansel looked at this couple, these parents, his fingertips twitched slightly.

"If..."

He began, "If you really have any... difficulties, why not try to make it clear?"

"She won't believe it." Leiden waved his hand, whispering, "My daughter was ruined by my mad father, her life shouldn't have been like this, my life... was the same."

Leiden didn't reveal too much, and rightfully couldn't reveal too much, but Ansel knew very well what the son of this alchemical giant was talking about.

Ansel didn't say any more, he just bowed slightly and left the reception room.

His friend was still waiting for him.

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