"Who is he?", the Lord Mayor rolled up his sleeves, without the slightest grace of an upper-class elite, walking back and forth, occasionally glancing at Lady Vivien, who was sitting silently on the edge of the bed. If it weren't for the maid telling him today that the physiological belt hadn't run out, he wouldn't have known about it at all!

The physiological belt is a long strip of pure cotton cloth, which is filled with some substances that are easy to absorb water, and is a small thing for women to use during their menstrual period. The poor people use it relatively simply, just a strip of cloth, wash it and dry it after using it, and put it away to continue to use it next time. But for a family of the mayor's status, this kind of thing is a consumable, and the maid will bring a new physiological belt every month according to the scheduled time.

But this time, the maid found that last month's physiological belt was not missing a drawer. She knew that Lady Vivien might be pregnant, so she excitedly told the housekeeper the news. The servants in the family are actually a little worried, and there are no offspring at the age of the mayor and Mrs. Vivien, which is a terrible thing for the servants in the family, which means that one of them cannot complete the great cause of the continuation of the blood surname, and the harm to the family is devastating.

If the owner of the family is too old to afford to give birth to offspring, these servants will start to think about finding another way. Instead of hanging themselves from a tree, waiting for the property to be recovered by the family after the old master dies in the future, these people will be expelled by the family.

So the hostess's pregnancy is definitely a happy thing for all the people in the family.

But here's the problem...... The seed in Lady Vivien's belly is not the mayor's.

This was the case when the steward told Peter the delightful news and congratulated him.

There was a surge of anger in Peter's cold eyes, he knew that Lady Vivien had some little men out there to have fun, but he didn't really care. Back when he met Lady Vivien, his ultimate goal was not love, but profit. He could tolerate Lady Vivien's affair, or he could allow her to fool around outside, all of which was the result of his deception of Lady Vivien.

Just like himself, there are several mistresses outside, and even he has a guess about himself, the one who can't give birth to offspring is him. So this exacerbated his indulgence of Lady Vivien, but there was one thing, Lady Vivien should not have feelings for anyone, let alone get pregnant. This is an act that he cannot tolerate and cannot forgive.

He pressed one hand on the pure gold belt buckle, unbuttoned it, and slowly pulled the belt off his waist, curling his arm to reveal the end of the piece. Even though he was on the verge of madness, he still retained the most basic sanity, and he knew that he could not let Lady Vivien be too badly injured, let alone beat her to death. No matter how many years the old thing in bed lived, at least while he lived, the mayor would have to bow to the authority in his hands.

He waved his arm vigorously, and the leather belt whipped into Lady Vivien's arm with a wind pressure and whistling sound in the air, and a bloody streak suddenly appeared on the exposed skin, which quickly became red and swollen.

"Bitch, tell me who did it!, or I won't make you feel better today!", Peter's body trembled slightly as he spoke, but he controlled his violent emotions well, and instead of yelling, he gritted his teeth and screamed in a low voice. He swung the belt again and slammed it Lady Vivien's body, snapping the belt as it touched Lady Vivien's shoulders and bent over her back.

Peter threw himself in a rage and tore Lady Vivien's clothes, clenching his teeth, his eyes glinting with a murderous light, and waving his belt wildly again and again.

I don't know how long it had been, but Lady Vivien was covered in blood and lying on the ground panting, and Peter's anger had subsided a lot. He shook off his belt, which had been a little deformed, lowered his sleeves, straightened his shirt, glanced at Lady Vivien on the floor, and pushed the door open. As the door was about to close, the mayor's voice was heard.

"I'll find that guy, even if you don't say a word!"

After a fuss of rage and destruction, the mayor felt better, and he went to the dining room and sat down, and asked the butler to bring him a glass of high fruit wine and put three ice cubes. He hooked his fingers, and the butler bent down, listening to his commands.

"How many people know about Madame's pregnancy?"

The indifferent tone and the mayor's cold and ruthless eyes made the butler's heart skip a beat, and he whispered, "Three maids and a servant woman have learned the news, and I asked them not to spread the word for the time being, and it will not be too late to discuss it after the news is confirmed." ”

"Well done!", the mayor pointed to the butler, took a red fruit from the fruit bowl on the coffee table, threw it into his mouth, and bit it hard. The cold juice and sweet and sour taste stimulated his taste buds, and some red juice like blood splashed out of his mouth and landed on the transparent coffee table, "Dispose of all these people, be quiet, I don't want to hear anyone talk about this anymore, understand?"

The butler's heart jumped, although it was not clear why there was such an order, but as a steward, he decided to faithfully carry out the task assigned by his master.

"Call Madame's driver, I have something to ask him. The mayor waved his hand, and the butler leaned away, his eyes glinting with some pity, but they were quickly replaced by fortitude.

After a while, Mrs. Vivian's chauffeur stood in front of the mayor with some nervousness, although he was Madame Vivian's chauffeur, he rarely had the opportunity to meet the mayor, even if the two were husband and wife, they rarely acted in unison. He bowed his head uneasily, and called "Lord Mayor".

Peter crossed his legs, and the "activity" just now made him feel an unprecedented sense of comfort, and a smile actually appeared on his face at this time, "Where has Lady Vivien been most often lately?"

The driver didn't dare to lie, he already felt like he was about to run out of breath when he stood here, how dare he lie?

"Madame has been going to the De Lier Art Gallery a lot lately, and she often comes back with some paintings or artworks. ”

The mayor still knew this person, and he knew this person from the first day he came to Turnaire City. He had friends in the capital, and Delier had some problems with his personal ethics there, so he was kicked out and had to settle down in a small city like Turnier, selling some so-called "art" for a living. Mrs. Vivien took back a lot of things from him, and some of the mayors even asked them to see them, and finally came to the comment that they were worthless.

However, seeing that Madame Vivien was very keen on art, and at the same time held a tea party for noble ladies at Delier's place, he turned a blind eye to this, no matter how much money was spent, it was not his, and there was no need for him to feel sorry for the money that was not his own.

But Delier ...... , no, not him!

The mayor looked up and said, "You go and invite Delier to come, just say that I invited him to be a guest, go now!"