"Did Blackmoon Castle's eighth child really say that?"
They were in Wilber Liszt Manor; Wilber threw all the things in his hand onto the floor. The corners of his eyes twitched, and his face was as gloomy as the dark clouds in the sky. "B*stard! We're not qualified for them? You're not worthy to be Vincent's fiancée? They may be lucky, but they are still part of a poor baron's family. What resources do they have? How dare they talk like that? Had I been too polite with them?"
Wesley and a group of guards knelt in front of Wilber. The things that he threw had hit some of their heads. Blood seeped from their foreheads and dripped onto the ground slowly, but they could only remain silent.
Monica was also there. She used her hands to wipe the tears on her face. Her heavy makeup had been ruined.
