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.”

Finished

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 man–made flaw from

was such a waste!

Nyla’s people

and the others turned to see a woman wearing a red hat leading the group, followed by several men dressed in Yurtlandian attire.

horses had fresh whip marks on its body,

was simple–beat them

you still do business with someone like her?”

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afford to keep

much, but feeding

sustain

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he spoke, one of the horses Nyla was leading resisted. Nyla immediately raised her whip and began

lash it.

Whack–whack

like it was nothing unusual, wearing

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

and Sara couldn’t bear to watch.

couldn’t stand it any longer. She stepped

“Hmm?”

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

to Violeta, “Outsiders shouldn’t meddle in our business,

Grasslands. Nyla could tell they were tourists, and she had seen plenty of their kind before. She

of Yurtlandia, Nyla’s family

turned back and prepared to continue whipping the horse.

“It’s a living being too. Why are you

you not

one at the inn dared to stop her, and now, infuriated by Violeta, she swung

for Violeta to dodge in time.

whip came down with a loud “crack.”

When she focused, she saw a sleeve of a luxury casual shirt in

eyes.