Solam had little interest in Isabella's worries. They were both grown adults—how could something go wrong so easily? She was worrying for nothing. What interested Solam more was that cuckolded bearded man.
That guy was truly miserable. First, his wife slapped a green hat on his head and wanted to divorce him; then, before he could even react, he kicked the bucket. Who could possibly be worse off than him?
"Heh, Yetana really got off easy," Solam said with a snort, shaking his head mockingly.
"What do you mean, got off easy?" Isabella felt somewhat uncomfortable hearing Solam speak so disrespectfully about Yetana. Even without her friendship with Yetana, Isabella could still say with complete confidence that Grand Duke Yetana was a qualified ruler. Her feelings toward Yetana were more than friendship; she genuinely recognized Yetana's ability to govern.
Solam's rudeness naturally made Isabella uncomfortable, but she also knew what kind of person Solam was. Getting him to show Yetana respect would be harder than killing him.
So she could only pretend she had not heard him.
"Think about it. That bastard Philip pulled something like this, and it must have given that woman Yetana a massive headache. She was probably agonizing over how to deal with it before, but now it's all fine. The bearded man croaked, so Diana can only count as a widow. There's nothing wrong with a widow finding another man, right? Doesn't that solve everything? Isn't Yetana the one who benefits?"
It would have been better if Solam had not said anything. The more he talked about it, the more upset Isabella became.
As mentioned before, Isabella was Yetana's intimate confidante—their relationship was extremely close. Back then, the two of them often slept in the same bed, whispering secrets to each other. There were practically