Rebirth vs. Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph

Chapter 118 Confrontation

Violeta said, “If they’re buying the horse, why do they need to hit it?”

Sara replied, “Because there’s a nasty woman!”

Julian warned, “Sara, don’t talk like that.”

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Sara pouted and muttered, “I’m not making it up. Nyla whips the horses every time she comes here….

The inn also sold horses, but not everyone treated them kindly.

Some people saw horses as companions, while others viewed them merely as tools.

People on the Yurtlandia Grasslands, who spent every day with their horses, naturally felt upset when their horses were beaten.

However, Nyla Smith was a big client, so they had to tolerate her behaviour.

As they passed by Princess’s stall, Violeta couldn’t help but ask, “Can I choose her?”

Julian replied, “Are you sure? She might throw you off.”

“I want to go in and see.”

Seeing Violeta’s interest in Princess, Julian opened the door. “Go ahead.”

Once inside, Violeta was struck by how beautiful the white horse was.

With her snowy white coat, she would look majestic running across the Yurtlandia Grasslands.

However, as Violeta looked closer, she noticed a small notch in Princess’s car. “What’s this? Why does she have a notch in her ear?”

Sara said angrily, “It’s all Nyla’s fault! Princess was up for sale, but she’s too spirited and got returned multiple times. Nyla couldn’t tame her, and when she came back, her ear had a notch. We couldn’t sell her after that, so Dad decided to keep her for ourselves.”

Violeta pressed her lips together, a flicker of displeasure in her eyes.

a beautiful horse, marred by

was such a waste!

then, Nyla’s people came out

horses with them. Violeta and the others turned to see a woman wearing a red hat leading the group, followed by several men dressed

had fresh whip marks on its

was simple–beat

still do business with someone like her?” Violeta asked.

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Chapter 118 Confrontation

We can’t afford

one horse might not cost much, but feeding a

inn couldn’t sustain so

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#Finished

was leading resisted. Nyla immediately raised her whip and began

lash it.

Whack–whack

her acted like it was nothing unusual, wearing mocking

whipping horses. She knew exactly where to strike to inflict the most pain, so with each lash, the

Sara couldn’t

stand it any longer. She stepped forward and shouted, ‘Stop it!”

“Hmm?”

look at Violeta. Her eyes landed on Violeta’s face, and she initially

in Yurtlandianese to Violeta, “Outsiders shouldn’t

the Yurtlandia Grasslands. Nyla could tell they were

all of Yurtlandia, Nyla’s family was powerful and feared no

said her piece, Nyla turned back and prepared to continue whipping the

a living being too. Why

I told you not

Violeta’s grip. No one at the inn dared to stop

close for Violeta to dodge in

whip came down with a

saw a sleeve of a luxury casual shirt in front of her

eyes.