"What?!" Sorsiana screamed as she gripped the skirt of her dress tightly, "What did you just call my children?! How dare--"
The woman ceased speaking when she felt something prick her neck. She lowered her gaze and saw that Ilya was pointing something at her.
"Wh-- what are you holding, you wench?! Remove it this instant!"
Despite showing arrogance, Sorsiana's limbs were trembling. When she looked Ilya in the eye once more, her breath got caught up in her throat. It was the first time that she had witnessed such hostility.
"Your children, they're not the Duke's children. They're your children from another man who you didn't marry, right?"
"You! How did you know that?!"
"Oh, I was just trying to take a guess. I was not mistaken after all."
