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Abigail quickly ordered, “Check on Leona again. Tell her to hurry.”
“No need for that. She’s pregnant, so let her avoid unnecessary movement. Please lead me to see her,” Sophie said.
Knowing that the two cousins likely had matters to discuss privately, Abigail instructed a maid to guide them to Leona.
Sophie looked at Leona’s swollen, red eyes, which she was trying to hide behind a fan.
With a sigh, Sophie said, “So, you knew I was here, but still didn’t want to see me?”
Leona replied with a nasal tone, “Sophie, my eyes are in no condition to be seen.”
Sophie glanced at her. “You’re right. They’re swollen so badly.”
“Sophie…” Leona’s voice choked up again. “Because of that incident, he insults me every day. How can he be so cruel?”
Sophie frowned. “If he insults you, why don’t you insult him back?”
“I…” Leona’s tears fell once more. “I don’t know how.”
Sophie was at a loss. She turned to Alana. “Alana, do you know how to insult someone?”
“Oh, I’m very good at it,” Alana replied.
“Good. From now on, if Mr. Langley comes and insults the duchess, you insult him back. Remember one principle: if he insults you, insult him back. If he gets physical, you get physical.” “Got it,” Alana said.
“Sophie, who are these two?” Leona asked, wiping her tears away and looking at the newcomers curiously.
“They are senior guild members from one of the guilds in Meadow Ridge. They know some martial arts and medicine, so they can oversee your meals and help you deal with anyone you can’t handle.” “Thank you, Sophie.” Leona’s tears flowed freely again, as if there were no end to them.
“Enough, stop crying!” Sophie said, her temper flaring. “Crying all the time isn’t good for the baby. You’re a duchess and married into an earl’s household, which is already a step-down. Why are you still being treated so poorly? What kind of duchess is so helpless? I hope you can learn something from Jessica. Although she’s made her husband’s family dislike her, at least she hasn’t suffered as you have.” After a moment, Sophie reconsidered comparing Leona to someone as heartless as Jessica.
She added, “Can’t you try to be a bit more resolute? You’re a duchess and the wife of the family’s heir! No one in this household should be able to truly bully you. Don’t be so weak.”
“I just can’t stand my husband’s attitude. Why does he keep taking out his anger on me for that woman’s sake?” Leona said, her voice trembling.
Sophie gave her a light pat on the head. “Just pretend he’s dead, alright? For your own sake and for the baby’s, dry your tears. If you keep crying, I won’t come to see you again.” Leona dried her tears and nodded. “I understand.”
Sophie knew Leona understood, but was aware the latter might not be able to follow through. Otherwise, Sophie wouldn’t have needed to send people to help. After comforting Leona a while more, Sophie bid farewell and returned to her residence.
At Valor Estate, the man who had thrown the excrement was caught. Once subdued, he was given a severe beating.
Viola was still seething from her encounter with Sophie. When she returned home, she discovered that the servants were kicking a commoner. Upon inquiry, she learned that he was the one who had thrown the
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immediately ordered that one of his arms be broken, then had him thrown out.
As she watched the man scream in agony, still shouting accusations against the Jaffe family, she was enraged. She stormed directly to Freya’s room.
Freya was practicing martial arts in the garden, her face covered by a light veil. When she saw Viola storm in with a menacing entourage, Freya drew her sword and pointed it at Viola, her voice icy as she demanded, “Get out!”
Viola was seething with frustration.
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Clenching her fists, she yelled, “If you’re so capable, then why don’t you just kill everyone who insults you? The daily dung thrown at our doorstep has turned our family’s residence into a laughingstock-no, not just a laughingstock, but the subject of everyone’s scorn! This mess is all your doing!”
Freya sheathed her sword and retorted coldly, “And how isn’t this related to you? If you hadn’t caused trouble that day, would I be so angry now?”
“In the first place, you were in the wrong! Even now, when things are difficult in the residence, you have money but refuse to contribute. I’ve kept clear accounts of the expenses I’ve covered. Despite the large dowry you received from my husband, you haven’t contributed a single coin! You have no regard for the family, but you expect to be well cared for, with your every whim attended to, and all your maids and servants kept. How is that fair? I’m supporting the household, but I’m also expected to support you. How is that reasonable?”
“It’s because you’re foolish!” Freya huffed. “Try removing the people from my rooms, and see if I don’t turn the estate upside down!”
“You’re simply going too far!” Viola’s face reddened with rage. “Do you know, even Sophie came today to watch the commotion at our residence!”
Freya’s eyes narrowed, her entire body stiffening as a fierce intent flashed from her gaze. But she quickly composed herself, adopting a nonchalant demeanor.
“So what? If she wants to watch the commotion, that’s her business.”
Viola choked momentarily. “What?! Freya, I’m begging you. Can you please go to Jadehill Estate and apologize again? Your actions have not only affected the Jaffe family, but also impacted my husband’s career!”
“Your husband?” Freya sneered coldly. “You call him that so easily.”
“What’s wrong with how I address him? Isn’t he my husband?”
Freya’s voice grew colder, “Yes, he is your husband. So, if you want to plan his future, apologize, or contribute money, that’s your responsibility.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Freya drew her sword slightly, her expression steely. “That means you should leave. Don’t provoke me.”
Viola trembled with rage. She struggled to understand how, despite being a member of the family and the legitimate, primary wife, Freya dared to be so audacious and rude to her.
Viola had told Sophie that she was willing to contribute her dowry to support the Jaffe family, but internally, she felt deeply frustrated.
“Freya, my elder brother is the general of the Hell Monarch Army, and I’m a lady from the Earl of Silverstone’s family. How dare you be so disrespectful to me?!”
Freya chuckled with a hint of scorn. “What? Are you going to have your brother bring the Hell Monarch Army to deal with me? Or do you think your family can bully me, a mere wife granted by the king?”
Viola felt utterly defeated. “You’re nothing but a scoundrel. I can’t believe my husband ever had feelings for you. You must have seduced him on the battlefield. You’re just as despicable as Sophie. Both of you are shameless.”
Freya laughed. “Well, that must be a disappointment for you. On the battlefield, he was the one who showed interest in me first. He was the one who said he liked me. And comparing me to Sophie? What’s she even worth? She’s just a shameless, once-divorced woman who remarried.”
As she spoke of Sophie, her eyes remained fixed on Viola, with a pointed and unmistakable implication. Viola’s eyes brimmed with tears of anger. “I will definitely tell my husband about this tonight. Just you wait!”
“Fine, I’ll be waiting!” Freya turned and headed back into her residence, leaving Viola in the courtyard.
As she entered the residence, Freya added one final remark, “A once-divorced woman who remarries lacks any shame.”
Viola cried as she turned and left, heading straight to Rebecca’s quarters. She dried her tears. Her mother-in-law must be taking her medicine, and as the daughter-in-law, it was her duty to attend to her illness.
Though Viola couldn’t get Sebastian to treat Rebecca, she had used her family connections to bring another renowned doctor to attend to her mother-in-law. However, her mother-in-law insisted on takipel