Right now Alton had already finished talking with her mother and Clayton and is walking around estate. They managed to calm Nyoria down when they explained what had happened when Alton first came back.

~~Flash Back~~
"You see mom, I told all four of them that if they ever come back or talk to anyone that is from this estate no matter what the reason may be, they will be punished." Alton explained to his mother.

"W-what do you mean?" Nyoria asked her son and Clayton.

Clayton looked at her and then looked at Alton and sighed. "You see Nyoria. The master said that if he hears or sees that they bothered or harassed he would lock them up and make them wish they stayed away." Clayton explained to her.

Nyoria looked at Clayton and then at Alton in shock as she heard those words come from Clayton and Alton looking like he was agreeing without giving any indication of what he was thinking.

Nyoria nodded her head at the words she heard and then looked at Alton. "I'm so sorry. I put you through so much if I didn't say anything too you, you would still be living your normal life. If I didn't make you become the heire you'd still be okay and would never have to go to war. Wouldn't have had to die. ." Nyoria said to him.

"No it's okay mom. I'm glad it all turned out like this, because I managed to do everything I wanted to do. Sort of, I still haven't fully got revenge for all the people he's tormented."

~~End of flash back~~

While Alton remembered the events of that conversation with his mother and Clayton. He sighed as he was walking down the halls and entered the room of the office. He sat down and noticed Clayton looking at him.

"Can I help you Clayton?" Alton asked him.

"Uh. . . What did you mean you haven't got all revenge? You kicked him out of the estate, stripped them all of their titles. . . What else can you do?" Clayton asked him.

Alton didn't answer for a few more minutes as he was just looking at the paper. "That'd easy, I could kill them. But that's for if they push my patience, before that I'll make them wish they didn't do any of that that they did. They made so many people miserable and their life hard for no reason." Alton said to him.

Clayton looked at him and then nodded his head. "He did do so many things wrong but do you really think they deserve to die?" Clayton said.

"He would none stop abuse women, his wife was going around beating those women when they had no choice but too sleep with him and their daughters beat or made others beat so many of the staff for Jo reason other than breathing. Death would be way too good for all of them." Alton explained to Clayton.

There was no way Clayton could ever argue with that because he knows fully well that it was all true, even if they didn't want too be with the viscount they'd have no choice. And the viscountess was jealous and started to go around beating everyone that laid with her husband. And their daughters was exactly what Alton had already said.

"I understand my lord. . ." Clayton said to him.

Erissa's POV

After that rotten boy kicked us all out, I became very ill I am currently laying in bed, with a high fever, the doctors say I will be able to live and I'll be okay within a few weeks as long as I take the medication they prescribed.

I have never once gotten ill while I was in that estate with my family. Ever since that boy came into our lives everything have gone down hill. I can't believe an illegitimate child was born and I didn't even know about it. Not too mention it was from the one maid that I didn't even know was sleeping with my husband. .

The more I thought about it the more I got sick, I started to cough and my two daughters came rushing to my side and held my hand. While my husband was sat down at the table.

We are currently in a old building that's so run down I don't think anyone can live in there however, loads of the house around here are exactly the same. And there are people that's living in them.

No one is talking too any of us and all we can see in their eyes was one emotion.

Hate.

They all look at us with hate in their eyes and nothing else. When the memories of that boy comes flooding into my head like a slideshow all I can remember from that boy was despite him coming from a low birth, each time he looked at us. . .

It was like he was looking down at us, he had such dignity for an illegitimate child. How?

To be continued!