Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 1191 Veronica Needs Time

They spoke of benevolence and righteousness in a place full of dangers, seemingly caring for the people in distress. They wanted her to compete for the position of the head of the hidden clan to save the common people in dire straits. Why didn't anyone ask for her opinion if that was the case?

"I..."

Hayley, as elegant as ever, sat gracefully on the couch, maintaining the posture of a noblewoman. However, her eyes showed undisguised sadness as she peered at Veronica.

"I heard from your master that you went to the palace. I was worried, so I came to check on you," she informed.

"I'm fine."

Veronica simply shrugged. She was just one step away from turning around and leaving before them. Then, she added, "If there's nothing else, you can go back. It's late, and I'm tired."

Others would politely ask their guests to leave, but Veronica couldn't even be bothered to pretend.

"You little brat, what did you say?!"

he angrily slapped the armrest of the couch. "She is your mother. What is

Veronica replied with a slight curve of her red lips. She nodded as if it were a serious matter and deliberately straightened her posture. Then, she nodded slightly toward Hayley. "Madam Hayley, thank you for your concern. I'm fine, and I've come back safely. However,

time, she changed her tone from before and

them feel like she wasn't trying to improve

to her. She couldn't help but reprimand her, "What is with your attitude? Do you know

sharp gaze fell on Destiny,

This was ridiculous.

had always suppressed her anger and avoided getting into arguments with them, especially when it came to Matthew. She knew what despicable things Crayson and Destiny had

they always wanted her to show respect and consideration toward Hayley, preferably with

supposed to

your mother,

was about to

grace and elegance. "It's alright. Veronica needs time to accept me. I understand. As she said,

stay here tonight. The hidden clan has been restless lately. There mustn't be any mishaps," Mateo, who had been silent all this time,