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…I was at the academy and couldn’t leave,” Randall replied awkwardly.
“Is that so? With so many people in Horizon Estate, no one could leave? Only two maids were sent to attend to her. If it weren’t for Sebastian’s apprentices, Jasmine and Ivy, how long could she have lasted at Verdant Monastery?”
Sabrina, who never thought much of Sophie because she had been divorced, was displeased by her words and said, “I didn’t realize that my cousin-in-law had a penchant for meddling in other people’s affairs.”
Sophie’s gaze cut through Sabrina like a knife as she retorted, “And I didn’t know there were such ungrateful daughters in this world.”
“How dare you!” Sabrina’s eyes reddened immediately. “What an outrageous accusation. How could you possibly know if I’m ungrateful? Have you seen how I treated my mother?”
“I didn’t, but I saw that when your mother died, not a single one of you was there,” Sophie replied coldly.
Randall staggered back in shock. “What? Mom has passed away?”
He seemed unable to believe it, tears streaming down his face. Seeing his tears, Sophie was unsure whether they were genuine or not.
Sabrina and Stephanie both stared blankly for a moment before their eyes filled with tears, though none actually fell.
Yuvan pressed his hand to his chest and sighed heavily, “If I had known her illness was so serious, I would have stopped her from going to Verdant Monastery. She insisted on going to fulfill a vow made years ago, so that Melanie’s family could find peace in the afterlife.”
Before Sophie could respond, Violet, standing behind her, was visibly enraged.
“This is the first time I’ve heard someone blaming his dead wife because he abandoned her for a favored concubine.
“No one wants to be away from their husband and children when seriously ill, only to die quietly in a cold, desolate monastery. It’s clear you forced her to go. If you had treated her with any kindness, she wouldn’t have died so early,” Violet ranted.
“Preposterous!” Yuvan’s face darkened. “Who are you to dare speak so recklessly about my family matters in my presence? She went of her own volition Everyone in the household can testify to that.” Violet sneered coldly. “Once someone is dead, you can say anything. But I hope that before you die, Prince Yuvan, you also find a monastery to die alone in without any of your children by your side. If you can manage that, then I might believe your deceitful words.”
Fiona sized Violet up, noticing her haughty and aloof demeanor. Fiona guessed she must be a noble lady from the capital.
She asked, “May I ask which familly you are from? Why speak so harshly? Do you know that cursing a prince is a serious crime? I won’t hold your youthful indiscretion against you this time, but should there be another, I will ensure you are severely punished.”
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“How imposing you are, Lady Fiona!” Violet retorted sarcastically, “Cursing a prince is a grave sin, but persecuting a princess consort to death-does that not count as a major grime? Even when Lady Avis was gravely ill, you sent her a divorce agreement. Was that really for a divorce? It was a death warrant. You seemed to want her to die sooner.”
“What divorce agreement?” Randall looked at Yuvan in disbelief. “Dad, you sent a letter of divorce to Mom? What did she do to deserve that?”
Yuvan frowned. “Sit down. Do not speak nonsense. There was no divorce agreement. It must be a baseless rumor.”
He had ordered that the agreement be burned after it was shown to Avis. Therefore, even if Rafael and Sophie had gone to Verdant Monastery, they wouldn’t have found it. At most, they would have heard a verbal account from Sebastian’s two apprentices.
However, Sophie reached into her sleeve and pulled out the divorce agreement. She threw it at Randall with a cold expression.
“Look for yourself and see if it’s in your father’s handwriting.”
Yuvan’s face went ashen.
The divorce agreement was still in existence? Every one of those responsible was unreliable!
Randall took the letter with trembling hands.
How could he not recognize was his father’s handwriting, written by his own hand.
the handwriting?
He lifted his gaze to Yuvan, clenching his fists. “Dad, how do you explain this?”
Yuvan pursed his lips, his displeasure evident. The once gentle and unassuming expression on his face had been replaced by a cloud of gloom.
Fiona quickly intervened, “How could your father have written that? It’s clearly an imitation of your father’s handwriting. Why would your father divorce your mother?”
She looked around, but did not dare directly address Sophie. Instead, she turned to Violet.
“You must have produced this document, right? Do you have some deep-seated grudge against Yuvan and his family? Why use a fake divorce agreement to provoke Lady Avis and cause her to fall ill?”
Violet replied coldly, “Don’t you know who I am? If you don’t, why did you ask for my hand in marriage? I’ve never even met Prince Yuvan. How could I imitate his handwriting? If anyone were to imitate, it would be you, the secondary concubine who’s with him day and night. Perhaps it’s you who used his handwriting. to send this letter to Lady Avis, hoping she would die sooner.”
Both Yuvan and Fiona’s gazes fell sharply on Violet.
Yuvan’s eyes suddenly brightened. So, this was Violet?
Fiona’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of dark light appearing. So, she was Violet?
Sophie looked at the people from Yuvan’s family. Except for Randall, no one else showed any sign of sorrow.
It was as if, from the moment Avis was sent to Verdant Monastery, they had already considered her dead. in their hearts.
Randall, whether genuine or not, at least shed tears.
Sophie’s heart was cold. Her aunt, such a kind person, had met such a tragic end. For a woman to end up with an ungrateful husband was truly heartbreaking.
Sophie cast a cold gaze at the two young women. “She was your mother. She’s dead, and not a single tear from either of you?”
Stephanie’s face showed sorrow as she gracefully stood and lowered her head. “Today is New Year’s Eve Even though I am deeply saddened, I can’t shed tears on this day, or it would bring ridicule.”
“That’s truly laughable. Losing one’s parents is the greatest sorrow of all. Even court officials, when they Jose their parents, must observe three years of mourning. Does being devoted to one’s parents mean less.
than celebrating the New Year?” Sophie snapped.
*Even if you criticize, I can’t cry in someone else’s home. Besides, not shedding tears doesn’t mean I’m
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not grieving. How could you understand the sorrow in my heart?” Stephanie retorted.
“Such eloquence, but what an ungrateful daughter you are.” Sophie was deeply disappointed and furious. “You’ve just returned to the capital. You should be paying respects to the queen dowager, not coming to Hell Monarch Estate. I won’t entertain you. Please leave.”
Sophie’s direct dismissal of her elders, especially a royal relative, was quite impudent and disrespectful in the capital.
But while Yuvan was livid at Sophie’s dismissal, he didn’t show it. Instead, he turned to Rafael. “Rafael, are you going to drive your uncle away?”
Rafael replied, “My wife is right. You should have first gone to payrespects to the queen dowager and the king before coming to my estate. Furthermore, there is mourning in your family. Regardless of circumstances, respect for the deceased takes precedence. You should have informed the queen dowager and the king, and rushed back to Valken.”