Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 435 Punishment

"Her name is Selena, Mom. Dad was adamant about the match, and even if she manages to offend everyone else in the Montague family, she's still secured her place," Catherine relayed. Mrs. Montague read between the lines and scoffed.

"Call her and tell her to drop by tomorrow. I want to see for myself what makes the woman who married Raymond so special!"

Mrs. Montague's strained relationship with Mr. Montague Sr meant she only visited home once a year. After the incident with Christopher Montague, she moved out and never returned. Mrs. Montague had a clear favorite, and it was her grandson, Christopher. She cherished him as if he were the apple of her eye.

As for Raymond, she tended to be stricter with him.

The reason it had to be tomorrow was due to a family dinner at the Montague estate tonight. It was certainly no occasion for Selena to attend.

Nevertheless, Mr. Montague Sr. and Raymond were still noticeably absent.

It wasn't until the following day, when Selena received a message from the Montague family asking her to come to Wolfland, that she discovered Mrs. Montague had returned.

In three years since her marriage into the Montague family, Selena had never met Mrs. Montague. Cassius had hinted that the old woman was quite a tough cookie.

had given her to present to Mrs.

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arrived at Wolfland, the servant rolled his eyes upon opening the door to her a familiar yet dismissive welcome. Catherine had a habit of chastising Selena, and over time,

Selena followed the servant into the grand hall where she immediately spotted the elegant but stern-looking elderly

respectful meekness, not daring to call her 'grandma' as

Montague scrutinized her, judging her worth as though assessing merchandise. "You seem passable," her

an air of superiority. It was as if sparing a few

a piece by Mr. Butler. I knew of your fondness for his work and brought it as a gift," she offered, hoping to curry favor and avoid future

brow quirked in interest. But as the painting was revealed, a cold smirk

to declare it a fake, indisputably. Olivia

correct?" Mrs. Montague

something you need

the next second, Mrs. Montague slammed her teacup onto

my sight is so dim? Or that I

frowned, shocked as the woman flung