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Darcy wondered where he was, and Elizabeth was confused as well.
“How is he?” she asked Darcy.
“Lord Anderson?”
“Yes!”
“He seemed a little shaken after your declaration about the letters today.”
“Does he have any acquaintance in town? Where is he?” she asked.
“He may have; after all, this is where he met your mother.”
“Is he cordial with you?” she asked.
“Elizabeth, we are not schoolboys; we are civil to each other. I have known him for years but have never understood him like I do now.”
Elizabeth did not know what to make of his words and thought it was better not to ask. She bid him goodbye as theyreached Charlotte’s house, and Darcy had another critical matter to take care of that day.
He did not return home but made his way to an inn on the other side of town, clenching his fist. Darcy had waited for the moment for many weeks now, and he could not control his rage.
Once the carriage stopped, he hurried out, and it was dark. He asked the innkeeper about the whereabouts of the man he was looking for and ran up the stairs.
It is time for you to pay for what you did to her.
In a rage, Darcy kicked open the door and was shocked to see the state of affairs inside.
“Lord Anderson, what are you doing here?”
Chapter 49
Lord Anderson stood with rage and held Mr. Dean down to the floor, almost choking the man. As for Darcy, he did not expect to have company in the matter.
“How did you know that he was here?” Darcy asked
“Do not ask me how! He dared to lay a hand on my daughter, and you think I would rest easily without finding him and making him pay?” he asked in rage as his grip tightened around the man’s throat.
“Let me go, who are you?” Mr. Dean cried in pain.
“Who am I? I am the father of the innocent woman you tried to take advantage of.”
“What nonsense! You have the wrong man. Let me go, else I will have to report you,” he cried.
Darcy pulled him up and punched him hard in the face.
“You cannot forget her easily, can you? When you look at yourself in the mirror, you will always be haunted by her courage,” Darcy said, seeing that Mr. Dean could not open one eye due to the candle burn.
Mr. Dean looked at him in horror.
“The woman you thought had no one to support or believe her is not alone now. I am her future husband; this is her father, and you will pay for what you did.”
“How could you do that to an innocent girl? Not only did you try to ruin her, but you blamed her for being immoral when caught. You thought you could get away with it easily, didn’t you?” Lord Anderson shook him like a leaf.
“It was a mistake, I agree. But look what she did to me; I am partially blind because of her.”
Darcy kicked him hard in his stomach, and Mr. Dean fell to the floor again.
“Be grateful that she spared your life,” Darcy cried. He looked at Lord Anderson, and he nodded. However angry they were, they understood that, more than anything, they had the responsibility of clearing Elizabeth’s name with the Brooks.
