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.

into his arms. “What were you thinking about? You

that, Tessa had once again fallen into his

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cold, and she sniffled. “Wasn’t thinking anything; the ground’s just

sideways look, his gaze lingering on her flushed nose and watery eyes, glimmering from the sting of cold

coming down with something, are

eyes glassy–she looked

nasal, and she sneezed twice in quick

respond right

think I really don’t

you’re sick,” Victor

sounding pitiful. “But when you’re skiing,

plenty of times before and never caught

sighed and carried her straight back to

the blankets. Her small face had

well?” he

head hurts,” she

through that biting wind; her temples

have your way,” Victor

hadn’t expected her body to be so delicate; she was

She looked up at him pitifully, and he sighed, ruffling her hair with

medicine–a simple powder mix. Victor stirred it

warm water himself.

the bedside, her little face was even redder

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up and drink

blinked drowsily, her lashes fluttering. “I’m cold,” she murmured