I Don’t Want to Be Loved - Chapter 173
Chapter 173: Keep It a Secret
Though she denied the rumor just seconds ago, she immediately returned with a question that sounded akin to admitting truth.
While the noblewomen shook their heads in utter disgust, Rihannan smiled lightly.
“Instead of me lending you a loan, there’s a more certain way to deal with this.”
“…What would that be?”
“I’m sure you already know of this. My father met an unfortunate end as he had gambled his life away.”
“Of course. I know this very well…”
Marquess Pless could not understand why the queen suddenly spoke of Count Alessin, her late father.
The engines in her mind began to turn, quickly trying to find an answer in her head.
“I was solemnly struck with sadness learning of his death and it had become a shadow in my back for a long time. Even if I parted from him, the blood relation between us still exists. I was upset and saddened. That is why as queen, I’m willing to use my right to propose a new law to the State Council.”
“When you say a new law…”
“It’s to make the money borrowed for the express purpose of gambling that the receiver isn’t obligated to pay it back. If that is the case, loan entities would be less willing to give a loan for the purpose of gambling. There’d be less misfortune from many taking their lives because of gambling.”
Marquess Pless let out a gasp.
“Is that truly possible? To need not pay back the money borrowed?”
“Of course there’ll be restrictions placed in to prevent unwarranted problems, but if we rely on the importance of passing the law to show the evidence of lives lost, then the money borrowed from gambling will be relieved. I’ve had these thoughts in my mind for quite some time. It’s definitely a law that Arundell should pass. If the Marquess so desires, I’m willing to step forward and advocate. Now, do you need my help?”
Marquess Pless clasped both hands together, the corner of her eyes tearing up.
“Of course, My Queen. If you’re willing to help me out like this, then there’s nothing more I could ever ask for. How could I ever repay this debt to you…?”
“From now on, there’s one thing you should know, Marquess,” Rihannan gazed at her with a cam, steady gaze. “I’m grateful for your intentions of wanting to help me out, but I’m not in the position nor the status to receive help. Please keep that in mind from now on.”
“Also, please remember that helping others out is done like this… in this manner, Marquess and not by simply pointing out the faults and problems of others to merely satisfy your own eager curiosity.”
Speechless and eyes wide open, Marquess Pless was at a loss for words.
Rihannan turned her steady gaze away from her and looked at the other nervous noblewomen with an innocent smile on her face.
“I hope that you can keep what I’ve spoken to Marquess Pless today a secret as well as the rumors surrounding her. I’m sure that none of you are women who enjoy spreading rumors about the misfortunes of others for your mere enjoyment.”
This was Rihannan’s aim to all the noblewomen who bore a reluctant attitude a moment before. The noblewomen much older than Rihannan flinched unconsciously before nodding their head and swearing an oath.
Mrs. Cessley and Duchess Saphia quietly looked at each other and sent a message of understanding with their eyes.
They both had to hold back the laughter lodged in their throats.