No Mercy, No Forgiveness

Chapter 166

Nicholas flew into a rage upon hearing this.

Maureen was punished by kneeling in the family chapel for a full day and night.

This was just one incident; countless others followed.

Kathleen’s expression froze, her smile not reaching her eyes: “After all these years apart, you’ve become more humorous than before.”

As they walked, they arrived outside a secluded courtyard.

It wasn’t far from Geoffrey’s residence. Maureen remembered this place vaguely from childhood, but she’d never entered since marrying into the Sutton Family.

She’d asked the Sutton Family’s maid about its purpose, but even the maid didn’t know.

Kathleen stood outside the courtyard: “Reenie, didn’t you once tell me Geoffrey specifically came looking for you late at night during a downpour?”

This was something Maureen had shared before her marriage.

Maureen didn’t grasp her meaning: “Yes, what about it?”

Kathleen arched her willow–leaf eyebrows slightly.

“I’ve always wondered–back then, didn’t you describe Geoffrey as incredibly gentle and chivalrous?”

Maureen felt an inexplicable unease stirring inside her.

Kathleen smiled ambiguously. “I think there’s something you should know.”

Her gaze

drifted toward the silent courtyard nearby.

“You might want to take a look inside.”

Maureen couldn’t guess her intentions.

“Why should I listen to you?”

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times,

me or not, but I’m

Kathleen turned to leave.

Whatever you see, don’t mention me. I’m

Kathleen still feared

he’d brought

still lay in hospital, machines keeping

left, Maureen stood alone in the deserted area. Everyone

the courtyard ahead, Kathleen’s words echoing in her mind. As if guided

an oak tree’s fragrance filling the air. The familiarity struck Maureen–she’d surely been here before, though the memory had faded with time. As a child, she’d visited the Sutton estate with her

a vermilion wooden house in the

Creak-!

the door swung open, the interior came into view. Every piece of furniture lay shrouded in white cloth,

wondered what Kathleen

one of the

Clatter!

picked

by side–one cold as ice, the other with eyes curved

were the words: “Geoffrey (Older

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raced as she uncovered the remaining white

but these captured their youth rather than

on the right wore a tailored suit, his face carved

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on the left stood in casual wear, warmth radiating from

mirrored each other, anyone could tell they weren’t the same person when

characters identified them: “Geoffrey (elder

icy figure on the right was Geoffrey. The gentle

Maureen’s mind reeled.

might have mistaken them all these

loved Geoffrey–how could she confuse