The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

hapter 818 Who Knew Victor Could Coddle

When Dale spoke, his tone was sharp and tight, each word gritted out between clenched teeth. Trevor could tell immediately–Tessa hadn’t given in.

Dale pressed a hand to his temple, rubbing hard as if the ache there could ease his frustration. “Lina and Lana too–who told them they could act on their own?”

Just the thought of what Tessa had said earlier made his anger boil again.

In his mind, Tessa’s resistance toward him all stemmed from that incident with Lina and Lana. And from the way she’d spoken, it seemed she was waiting for him to give her an explanation- something to make it right.

An explanation.

His own children had turned on each other, and the whole situation infuriated him.

Trevor hesitated when Dale brought up the twins; for a long moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

Finally, he said softly, “The two young ladies have been spoiled by you and Madam for years. With a new sister suddenly appearing, they must have felt… threatened.”

Dale let out a sharp snort. “They’re just too spoiled.”

So spoiled they’d lost all sense of restraint and caused chaos.

And now that he thought about it, it seemed every problem had started right after they went after Tessa. Ever since then, the Ashen Pact had been hit with one disaster after another.

Trevor stayed silent.

Meanwhile, Victor had taken Tessa back to their lodge. She’d just eaten, so the hot springs were out of the question for now; he wanted her to rest first. The mountain was covered in snow year–round, and the paths were slick with ice.

On their way up the wooden stairs, Tessa slipped.

She’d already been leaning into Victor’s arms, and the sudden slip startled her so much she instinctively clung to his narrow waist.

caught her easily, sweeping her up into his arms. “What were

once again fallen into his mental category of useless

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from the cold, and she sniffled. “Wasn’t thinking anything;

lingering on her flushed nose and watery eyes, glimmering from the sting of

down with something,

her eyes glassy–she looked exactly

and

didn’t respond

nose. “I think I really

and now you’re sick,” Victor said,

when you’re skiing, you

before and never caught

her straight

blankets. Her

feeling well?” he asked

head hurts,”

biting wind; her

let you have your way,” Victor

to be so delicate;

of her head peeked out. She looked up at him pitifully, and he sighed, ruffling her hair with a gentle hand before turning away to

some cold medicine–a simple

warm water himself.

returned to the bedside, her little

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and drink

fluttering.