The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 204 -: If I don’t make you pay then I’m not Vined’s son.

Chapter 204: Chapter: 204 If I don’t make you pay then I’m not Vined’s son.

Vivian stepped out of the main house and stood in front of the big iron gate.

The morning air felt cool and fresh. He took a deep breath.

It smelled like wet grass, flowers, and a little bit of earth. He had missed this smell. It had been many years since he last came home.

The Zenithara estate looked the same, yet somehow different.

The main house stood tall and long like a straight palace, its white walls shining softly in the early sunlight.

Far away, about 100 meters from the house, he could see the administrative office.

That was where all the family officials worked every day, taking care of money, farms, trade, and other important things.

Even his father, the patriarch, spent most of his time there.

But Vivian’s eyes turned to the garden next.

The garden was right beside the main house.

A small wooden door connected the house directly to the garden, so anyone could walk in anytime.

Right now, the garden looked peaceful. Dew drops were shining on the green leaves.

Some red and yellow flowers had just opened. A few birds were jumping from branch to branch, making soft sounds.

Vivian smiled a little.

He walked slowly along the stone path that went around the garden.

His shoes made quiet crunching sounds on the small stones.

He didn’t want to go far. He just wanted to enjoy this quiet morning before everyone else woke up.

Charlotte was still sleeping soundly inside. He didn’t wake her. She looked so calm and happy in her sleep.

Vivian stopped near the small fountain in the middle of the garden.

The water was falling gently, making a nice relaxing sound. He sat on the stone bench nearby and looked around.

For the first time in a long while, he felt truly at home.

The sun was rising higher now. The sky turned from soft pink to bright gold.

After a while, he let out a deep sigh.

"What exactly happened to Edward...?" he murmured quietly.

His peaceful face slowly changed. His eyebrows came together, and worry filled his eyes.

"He even made them swear a blood oath not to tell me? Why go that far?"

Vivian kept talking to himself in a low voice.

"That guy... what in the world happened to him?"

He was really worried now. His hands tightened on his knees.

It had been five whole years since he last saw his little brother.

Five long years. And the first thing he hears when he comes back home is that something bad happened to Edward? It didn’t feel real.

Vivian’s mind started racing.

Suddenly, a dark thought came to him.

"Wait... did that Ravan bastard try something on him?"

His heart beat faster just thinking about it.

It was possible. Very possible.

That man, Ravan, had already used a terrible curse on Vivian when he was only a small child.

If he could do that to a kid, then why not do something worse to Edward?

Vivian’s fingers pressed harder into his legs.

But then he stopped.

He shook his head slowly.

"No... that can’t be right."

If Edward had really been cursed, his mother would never stay quiet.

She loved Edward more than anything. She would fight the whole world to protect him.

And she would never let anyone, not even Edward himself, hide something so serious from the family.

So it probably wasn’t a curse from Ravan.

"Then what was it?’

Vivian sighed again, longer this time. He rubbed his face with both hands.

"I don’t understand," he whispered.

His chest felt heavy. The beautiful garden, the fresh air, the soft sound of the fountain, none of it could make him feel calm anymore.

He just wanted answers.

He wanted to know his brother was safe.

Vivian looked toward the main house again. Everyone was still sleeping. The morning was still quiet.

But inside Vivian’s head, the questions were loud and would not stop.

He leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and stared at the ground.

Vivian kept staring at the ground, his mind full of questions about Edward.

A few cool water drops from the fountain splashed onto his feet.

He felt the tiny wet spots and looked down at his right leg. One clear drop was sitting on his skin.

He gave a small sigh and was about to look away again when....

"What’s this...?"

Vivian murmured. His eyes narrowed.

In the corner of the stone table where he was sitting, something was hiding behind the edge.

It looked like a small piece of paper tucked in a narrow gap.

Vivian frowned. He leaned forward and reached out his hand. His fingers carefully pulled it out.

It was just a small, folded paper. The color was yellowish, like old pages that had been sitting for a long time. Dust had settled on it too.

He lifted it closer to his face. Now he could see clearly, it was a letter.

The top right corner was burnt black, as if someone had tried to destroy it with fire. Because of the burn, the sender’s name was gone.

Vivian’s brows came together in confusion. He turned the letter around to the side with writing.

His heart jumped when he read the first line.

"Edward..."

Vivian whispered. His eyes grew wide and bright.

This was a letter addressed to Edward. And from the date written at the top, it had arrived nearly six months ago.

"But why is it here?" Vivian muttered to himself.

He looked around the empty garden. No one was here. The house was still quiet.

’Why would Edward’s letter be hidden on this stone table in the garden? And why was it burnt at the corner? Did someone try to burn it and then change their mind?’

Vivian’s fingers held the paper tighter. He felt a mix of excitement and worry.

He took a slow breath and started to read the rest of the words carefully.

The letter was long. The words were written in neat handwriting, but the language felt a little hard for him.

In his first life, he had been an author. He loved books and writing.

But in this life, the letters and words were different. It took time for his eyes and mind to understand each sentence.

He read slowly. Line by line.

At first, his face stayed calm. But when he reached the middle part, something changed.

His eyes grew sharp. A cold, dark light appeared in them. It was the hint of killing intent. The peaceful morning air around him suddenly felt heavy.

He had only read half the letter.

He kept going.

With every new line, his breathing became faster. His fingers pressed so hard on the paper that it started to wrinkle. His jaw tightened. His teeth pressed together.

"He dared!!" Vivian muttered in a low, angry voice. "He dared!!"

His voice was shaking with rage.

Vivian finished reading the last line of the letter.

His hands shook. His eyes turned dark red with rage.

An unimaginable anger rose inside him like fire. He could feel it burning in his chest, in his arms, everywhere.

Without thinking, he snapped his fingers.

The letter disappeared in a small flash of light. It went straight into his subspace. No one would ever find it now.

He stood up from the stone bench. His face was hard.

His breathing was heavy. He walked out of the garden with fast steps.

Every step he took showed his anger. The stones under his feet seemed to shake a little.

He headed straight toward the administrative office.

It was around 8 in the morning now. The sun was up, but the estate was still quiet. Most people had not started their day yet.

Vivian reached the big building in no time. He stopped in front of the main door.

"Rokan!" he called out in a low but strong voice.

He waited.

Rokan was his father’s personal butler.

Since the patriarch had left for the war, Rokan took care of many important jobs in the house. He was always here early.

After a short wait, the door opened.

A middle-aged man stepped out. He had neat black hair and sharp black eyes.

His clothes were clean and perfect, not a single wrinkle. He looked at Vivian and bowed deeply at once.

"Did you call for me, Young Lord?" Rokan asked in a calm, respectful voice.

"Yes," Vivian said. His voice was cold.

"Prepare a carriage to the Harencross estate. Right now."

Without waiting for an answer, Vivian turned around and started walking toward the main palace.

"As you command, my lord," Rokan replied without asking for the specifics.

He bowed again, then turned and went back inside the office quickly.

Vivian kept walking. As he got closer to the palace, he forced himself to calm down.

He pulled back the killing intent that was leaking out of him.

He didn’t want to scare his mother or Charlotte. Both of them were still sleeping inside.

He entered the palace quietly. His steps were soft now.

But inside his mind, the anger was still there. It didn’t go away. It only became sharper.

’You dared...’ he thought.

His eyes narrowed.

"Count Harencross... if I don’t make you pay... then I’m not Vined’s son."

He whispered those words to himself like a promise.

A very dark promise.

Vivian went up the stairs slowly. He needed to get ready. The carriage would be prepared soon.

And after that, he would go.

He would go to the Harencross estate.

And someone was going to answer for what they did.