Every time he faced such deranged individuals, Hugo found it increasingly difficult to believe in things like love, affection, and marriage.
"You bastard, you're laughing? My wife running away, it was all because of you...?"
"Well, I suppose you could say that."
"You, you bastards...! Tell me right now when it started!"
Hugo looked down at the trembling Evan leisurely.
"You want me to tell you here, now?"
"Yes! Right this instant!"
"Ah, you don't mind if others know?"
At Hugo's indifferent voice, Evan flinched and looked at the guards.
The guards were listening intently with interested faces. After all, stories of other people's affairs are always entertaining.
Evan glared at the guards, trembling. Hugo looked down at Evan with a smirk.
"You're bolder than you look. Well then, shall I tell you?"
"You, you bastard..."
"How the old husband couldn't perform his manly duties. Why there's still no heir despite all the struggling."
"Shut up, you bastard!"
