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

he was like an elegant yet swift

nervously retreated, pointing at Maximilian, unable to

was the mistress of the Boleyn family when she was alive. After her death, my wife Katniss is the mistress of the Boleyn family. As long as I'm alive, this woman will never be the mistress of the Boleyn family and will

out the next words with a dark contempt, "She

can still walk into The Boleyn Manor intact; you should be

the truth

Maximilian wanted, Emily would definitely

looking at his mother with a hidden and mocking gaze. His large hand

held in his arms, had a changing

biological mother,

and Maximilian, Desmond wouldn't let Clara

at Desmond and Clara, naturally noticing

her eyes and chuckled, her clear

when she loved Desmond, she stood up for Emily. Natalie was dead; why

seen and learned more, tasting a

to death, yet these people

cared, Emily shouldn't have appeared today. This act was just to disgust

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by Maximilian, was utterly humiliated and trembling with anger. "You unfilial son, I am your father! Do you

you remember that I

authoritative aura without anger. "Can't we have a proper family dinner? Father and

you look at

right. If you had a bit of heart,

you can't see the situation

Carlton's gaze

shoulders, looking pitiful and

my fault. Don't get angry

you know it's your fault, return the

yes." Emily nodded

frowning, "You sit down too. Your

over. No one is

suppressed

sit down, then discreetly placed her hand on his wrist to check his

sigh of relief; his pulse was steady, no

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