Petyr's face was sorrowful: "Catelyn, I love you. I'd rather bear your hatred myself than have you live a life steeped in pain… I could only do that at the time. Lysa… she's crazy… she wouldn't let you go. This is Eyrie, and she is the Lady of Eyrie."
Catelyn's hand, gripping the dagger, trembled slightly: "No, impossible. I would argue with my sister, but I would never hurt her. I love her."
Petyr's gaze was filled with deep love: "Catelyn, think back to the situation then… you had no other choice. Lysa was mad."
"No… impossible… how could it be…" Lady Catelyn weakly refuted Petyr's "malicious" inference.
Petyr raised a hand and gently clasped Catelyn's hand, which was tightly gripping the dagger's hilt, and whispered comfortingly: "Catelyn, don't be sad. You didn't hurt your sister. I shouldn't have spoken carelessly. I'm sorry."
Lady Catelyn's blue eyes trembled.
Yes, Lysa was mad. She was terrified, which made her think of pulling out the dagger at the time.
And then… if Petyr hadn't appeared… would Lysa have stopped her crazy actions under her threat?
If Lysa, despite her threats, insisted on pushing her off Moon Gate… what choice would she ultimately make?
"No… no… no…" Catelyn couldn't bear that unhappened truth.
Petyr reached out his hand with a pained heart, trying to comfort Catelyn, who was steeped in sorrow. As his fingertips were about to touch her body, she suddenly slapped his hand away.
Catelyn angrily said: "Petyr, these are all your excuses! You are an incredibly cunning fox!"
She put the dagger back to Littlefinger's neck: "Lysa was mad, so she wouldn't lie even more. It was you who made Lysa poison Jon Arryn with her own hands! You killed her husband!"
Petyr said painfully: "Catelyn, I beg you, please don't force me."
Lady Catelyn said coldly: "Finally, no more good excuses? Petyr, a fact is a fact. It has already happened. No matter how good your excuses are, you cannot escape."
Petyr opened his mouth and said: "Catelyn, the truth is often cruel. I beg you to let me take it away."
His eyes shimmered with faint tears: "This is the best outcome. I beg you once again, Lady of Winterfell, Catelyn Tully."
Catelyn stared motionless at Petyr. His face was very pale. He seemed to be hiding something.
Was there really a truth she didn't know?! No matter what she thought, Catelyn did not relax her vigilance.
"Petyr, you used Lysa for your own power. You truly are…"
Petyr interrupted Catelyn's words angrily: "She loved me, and I couldn't reciprocate, so I chose to kill Jon Arryn. He deserved to die."
After saying it all in one breath, he was stunned for a moment, and a look of annoyance quickly appeared on his face.
Catelyn said in shock: "What did you say? Why did you say Lysa's husband deserved to die?"
Why did Catelyn want to know the answer? It wasn't just because of their precious childhood friendship; she also wanted to find a "good excuse" for her mad sister. This was her selfish motive.
Family, duty, honor.
The Tully daughter who personally poisoned her husband was already dead. She hoped there was a reason behind her sister's mad actions that could convince her, not just because she was mad.
...
"How surprising…" Petyr shook his head self-mockingly.
Catelyn put away the dagger and said: "Petyr, tell me the truth. No matter how cruel it is, I want to know."
"Alas…" Petyr sighed deeply.
He said in a tired voice: "More than ten years ago, Jon Arryn married Lysa to gain the Tully Family's army… Even knowing she had lost her virginity, Jon Arryn, who cherished his honor greatly, still married her. Jon Arryn was very responsible, but his proud self would never love Lysa, yet what she needed most was warmth…"
Saying that, he paused for a moment, then sadly said: "This is what I owe him."
He paused again, then continued: "Although Jon Arryn married her, he blamed her for defiling the Arryn Family's honor… Heh… High as Honor…"
Petyr's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. His gaze shifted, and seeing the silver flask, he walked towards it.
Splash, Petyr poured a full cup of wine, picked it up, and took a big gulp.
"Lysa isn't a fool. She has the Tully pride, and naturally, she was unwilling to sleep with him."
Catelyn walked over, her cold voice tinged with sarcasm, saying: "Is that why you hid beside Lysa?"
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