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Priscilla could hardly believe that Clark had the nerve to shout at her. In a fit of fury, she slapped him across the face. “You ungrateful wretch! You dare to defy me?” she screamed.

Clark’s eyes darkened, his rage boiling over. But his self–restraint was too ingrained, and the teachings of respect too deeply rooted in his heart, preventing him from retaliating in the same way he had when Isolde had scolded Prudence. He could not lash out at his stepmother as he had done with her.

The slap and the venomous words, however, would be scared into his memory.

Geoffrey, witnessing the slap, was horrified. His face paled, and he turned to Clark. “Clark, come to the study. I need to speak with you.”

Clark’s rage simmered down, and with a clenched jaw, he nodded, “Yes, Father.”

Priscilla, watching him walk away with Geoffrey, was overwhelmed by a surge of bitterness and sorrow. With a loud thud, she collapsed at Prudence’s feet, sobbing uncontrollably. “Mother, how can you just stand by and watch Geoffrey continue to trample on us? Even the son of a concubine is more capable than your own flesh and blood. How could you lose to a lowly concubine’s child?”

Prudence’s body stiffened as she stared at her. For a moment, she looked like an old woman, her face sagging, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and despair. In one glance, she seemed to age a decade.

The hatred in her eyes began to surface, thick and poisonous. Concubines. She had spent her whole life fighting them.

When she was young, she fought concubines. In middle age, she fought their sons and daughters–in–law. And now, in her old age, she was being crushed under the weight of the bloodline of a concubine.

She had spent her entire life trying to stay on top, but now she was being pushed lower and lower, helpless. And now even her obedient bastard son, her grandson, had turned against her.

The fury in her eyes grew darker, colder.

“Get Xavier,” she ordered Priscilla, her voice icy. “And tell the shop to lower the prices. Sell it quickly.”

She slowly stood up, her body heavy as if weighed down by the world. She could no longer stay in this

house.

was

This family had been completely overtaken by the bastard. As the legitimate matriarch, there was no place for her here.

cold wind greeted her as she stepped outside, and her body swayed, unsteady. Her

her illness striking

cause of her sickness. All they could say was that her liver was

one could tell.

was just the result of her anger and stress, not giving it much thought. But after several days of her being unable to get out of bed, he became

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a low voice. “Geoffrey, Prudence’s condition

What’s wrong with her? Geoffrey

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complexion is yellow, and her body is swollen. It’s a liver disease. If this continues, she may not have much

was struck dumb by the news. He stammered, “Are there any

I’m afraid they

do everything you

solemn nod. “I will have the medicine delivered. Two doses a day. Let’s see if it can reduce the swelling. If

left, his heavy footsteps

couldn’t deny that Prudence had been a significant figure in his life. As a young man, he had sensed her favoritism toward her own children,

from that, she had always been a good stepmother. She had always

her.

was

sank into Geoffrey’s heart like a

to Blesertin, the family home, where Prudence lay bedridden, her body swollen and

him weakly, her voice hoarse.

liver congestion. With proper care, you should

“Don’t lie to me. I know my own body. I

say that. You have many years ahead of you. You’ll see Braden return, and you’ll see

see him one last time,

he’s in prison, how can he come back? If you truly v maybe Geoffrey can talk to Tyler and get permission to let

to see him,

voice filled with regret. “When Pablo came, he promised to save Braden. But in the end, Braden’s

can help. She’s close to Pablo now, and he might listen to her.

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