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.

steadily towards

he was like

pointing at

mother 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 never enter the Boleyn

an overwhelming aura, spitting out the next words with a dark contempt, "She will

Boleyn Manor

doubted the truth of his

Maximilian wanted, Emily would definitely not

at his mother with a hidden and mocking gaze. His large hand clenched into a fist and then

in his arms, had a

was Desmond's biological

Katniss and Maximilian, Desmond wouldn't let Clara speak, making

glanced at Desmond and Clara, naturally noticing

and chuckled, her clear brows

when she loved Desmond, she stood up for Emily. Natalie

had seen and learned more, tasting a

to death, yet these people still wouldn't let

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

us for the complete experience—all for free. The next

with anger.

remember that I am

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

don't you

down and behave." Carlton interrupted him, disappointed. "Katniss is right. If you had

so blinded that you can't see

he spoke, Carlton's gaze

shrank her shoulders,

fault. Don't get angry and

you know it's your

Emily

down too.

matter is over. No one is to mention it

suppressed rage, he slowly sat back

down, then discreetly placed her hand on

a sigh of relief; his pulse

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