Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"So, I'm guessing you're the one who saved me, right?" A woman with heavy eyes appeared exhausted, having gone through the toll of blood loss. She sat on a hospital bed while glancing towards a man standing at some distance from her, before looking down at another young woman who was hugging her.

"Y-yes, mother... sob... D-Damien saved you," Emilia said, unable to control her tears. Seeing her mother awake, she tightened her hand around her, unwilling to let her go, as she had lost hope just like previously with what had happened to her father, but still her mother was able to survive.

"...I see," the woman was gazing at her daughter, sporting a tired smile as she lifted her hand to gently pat her daughter's head, then turned to face Damien, both of them sharing a moment of weariness. "Thank you for saving me, Sir Damien."

"It's my pleasure, Aunt Visana," Damien replied with a gentle smile.

"You are kind—!?!?" The woman was about to greet him again but suddenly felt as if something struck her body. A realization dawning over her as if the whole world turned upside down, with her hand clenching the bedsheet as her eyes widened looking at Damien with her jaw clenched.

All her weariness and the gratefulness towards them instantly vanished, replaced by anger and a slight bit of hesitation, hearing how her life's biggest secret was known to this man.

"Emilia, leave the room," the woman coldly looked towards Damien with malicious intent, clenching her hands enough for her nails to dig into her flesh, ordering Emilia to leave the room.

"Huh? Why?" Emilia suddenly halted as she heard her mother's tone, which appeared firm and as if she was not ill or had gone through an accident right now.

"I said, leave the room, Emilia!" the woman yelled, not being able to control herself, causing Emilia, who was retreating back from the hug, to flinch as she felt her heart escape a bit from hearing her mother yell at her for the first time.

"M-mom?" Emilia looked at her with her widened eyes, not understanding the reason for her to react so aggressively and yell at her, prompting her eyes to turn towards Damien, who was smiling at her mother.

"It's fine, Emilia, you can leave for now; this is just a small side effect of acupuncture," Damien preserved his tone as if taunting the woman to yell at Emilia while holding a smirk, seeing how he had just caught this woman off guard without having the hassle to reveal things slowly in a dramatic way.

"W-what? A side effect? She's gonna be okay, right?" Emilia, looking towards Damien, slowly started to stand from her seat. While clearing her remnant tears, she looked at Damien with an anxious gaze, who met her eyes and nodded, assuring her as she moved towards the door, not forgetting to take a peek at her mother, adding before leaving, "I will bring something to eat, mother."

"....." The woman heard Emilia's words but did not turn her gaze towards her, keeping herself focused on Damien with clenched fists, clearly overcoming all her physical fatigue just by sheer will, as if she were completely healthy. Though of course inwardly she was not able to move due to physical exhaustion, her mind seemed far stronger than that of a middle-aged woman.

"Hm, so if my guess is correct, then you must have killed your sister?" Damien, with closed eyes and an open arm, tried to make a wild guess, instantly tilting his head as something sharp tearing through the air passed right beside his ears before landing on the wall behind him.

"Haah? So, my guess was wrong?" Damien slowly opened his eyes as he looked towards the sight in front of him—Visana leaned forward in an instance of a knife throw, her jaw clenched enough to show her visible rage in the form of teeth, her fist clenched with her body tightened in a predatory stance—making him smirk. "Pfft, don't tell me you thought to attack me with that body of yours?"

"Haah....Haaah.....bastard!" Visana hissed with clear rage, her eyes saturating with the green veins bulging near her neck as her messed-up hair scattered over her face due to the recoil of her leaning, clearly unable to hide the rage expression on her face. Powered by m|v|l|e|mpyr

"Bastard? Come on, this is not the way one treats their son-in-law," Damien moved towards a table, not approaching the woman, as he felt that she was dangerous. Not knowing well about her, considering she was the mother of a supporting character, there was not much mentioned about her in any plot he had read in the provided documentation about her having any role in Damien's fall.

But from the fact that Emilia was a supporting character, even though she could hardly support herself, he couldn't think of any way how she could be of any support to any of the characters who played a devastating role in Damien's life, except that someone behind Emilia was helping her out.

Given the fact that her father was already dead and the company was already in ruins, with her mother smart enough to try to get it back, it all came down to the fact that most likely it was her mother who, in truth, was behind the support that was bestowed upon Emilia as a supporting character.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Visana was hardly controlling her anger, not because she wanted to, but her physical body was as if breaking from within, not giving her enough strength to do something to this man, as all the poisons she had consumed in hope to make her body appear more aged, just like her twin sister.

"Nonsense? Oh, you just woke up, so you don't know, but mother-in-law, you can expect a grandchild in 9 months," Damien, looking at the woman, lifted his head slightly, giving her a smirk and a clear, mocking smile.

"How dare you lay hands on my daughter!—THUD!"