Chapter 159

Katniss's eyes narrowed slightly. She was young, with a strong youthful aura on her face, but her smiling eyes were both arrogant and calm. She spoke lightly, "Just because someone cries doesn't mean they're the most wronged. This trick is quite useful, though. I saw Clara use it when I was little."

Suddenly, the glass door opened, and a strong wind blew in.

It lifted Katniss's fine strands of hair.

The next second, Katniss's face turned cold as she smashed the glass in her hand, shattering it into countless pieces on the ground.

Everyone was startled.

"Katniss, what are you doing?!"

Katniss's clear eyes were filled with sarcasm. "But I'm not a child anymore. Giving away my deceased grandmother's bracelet, who are you trying to disgust? If you're going to give it away, can't you be more careful? If you do something wrong, just saying 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it' makes it okay? So if I slap you now and then say 'I'm sorry,' is that okay?"

What a show!

How could it be such a coincidence to give away Maximilian's biological mother's relic?

Being a mistress is disgusting enough, and now causing trouble here!

"A new daughter-in-law dares to slam the table and break dishes in front of elders. Maximilian, you better control your wife!" someone said sarcastically.

Katniss looked up and retorted immediately, "Some elders should mind their own business."

Katniss had seen such biased scenes since she was a child and had lived through them for decades.

Now, she didn't even need to think to counter these people.

The person was so angry that they stood up abruptly, pointing a trembling finger at Katniss, trying to say something.

Maximilian raised his deep, calm eyes, stood up, and completely shielded Katniss with his body.

He was tall, with straight legs, and the light from the chandelier in the living room was almost blocked by him.

For a moment, the surroundings seemed a bit dim.

Gabriel and the others were stunned, clearly not expecting Maximilian to stand up.

walked steadily towards

like an elegant yet swift

pointing at Maximilian,

was alive. After her death, my wife Katniss is the mistress of the Boleyn family. As

aura, spitting out the next words with a dark contempt, "She will always be

can still walk into The Boleyn

the truth

Maximilian wanted, Emily would definitely not

furrowed brow, his body stiff, looking at his mother with a hidden and mocking gaze. His large hand clenched into a

his arms, had

Desmond's biological

Maximilian, Desmond wouldn't let Clara speak,

glanced at Desmond and

eyes and chuckled, her

up for Emily. Natalie was dead; why hold

and learned more, tasting a different

had driven Natalie to death, yet these

appeared today. This act was just to disgust

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and trembling with anger. "You unfilial son, I

remember that I

authoritative aura without anger. "Can't we have a proper family dinner? Father and son always at each other's throats, what does

you

is right. If you had a bit of

so blinded that you can't see the

Carlton's

her shoulders, looking

it's all my fault. Don't get angry

you know it's your fault, return

yes." Emily

too. Your leg just

matter is over. No

under Gabriel's suppressed

helped Maximilian sit down, then discreetly placed her hand on his wrist

relief; his

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