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 man–made flaw from mistreatment.

such a waste!

Nyla’s people

them. Violeta and the others turned to see a woman wearing

whip marks on its body, red and

method of taming horses was simple–beat them into submission.

you still do business with

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Chapter 118 Confrontation

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

cost much, but feeding a herd was

inn couldn’t sustain so

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he spoke, one of the horses Nyla was leading resisted.

lash it.

Whack–whack

to her acted like it was nothing

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

Sara couldn’t bear

longer. She stepped forward and shouted, ‘Stop

“Hmm?”

at Violeta. Her eyes landed

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

her group were not from the Yurtlandia Grasslands. Nyla could tell they were tourists, and she had seen plenty of their kind before.

Yurtlandia, Nyla’s family was

and prepared

tightly. “It’s a

told you not to

one at the inn dared to stop her, and

was too close for Violeta to

down with a loud “crack.”

she saw a sleeve of a luxury casual

eyes.