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.

horse, marred by a

such a waste!

Nyla’s people came out

Violeta and the others turned to see a woman wearing a red hat leading the group, followed by several

horses had fresh whip marks on its body, red

of taming horses was simple–beat them into

do business with someone like

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buyers. We can’t afford to keep all the horses.”

not cost much, but feeding a

sustain so many horses.

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one of the horses Nyla was leading

lash it.

Whack–whack

next to her acted like it was nothing

her own method for whipping horses. She knew exactly where to strike to inflict the most pain, so with each lash, the horse’s cries

Sara couldn’t bear to

longer. She stepped forward and shouted,

“Hmm?”

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

she muttered something in Yurtlandianese to Violeta, “Outsiders shouldn’t meddle in our business,

was obvious that Violeta and her group were not from the Yurtlandia Grasslands. Nyla could tell they were tourists, and she

Nyla’s family was powerful and feared no one.

turned back and prepared

tightly. “It’s a living being too.

told you not to interfere, or I’ll whip you

inn dared to stop

close for Violeta to dodge in

with

a sleeve of a luxury casual shirt in

eyes.