#Chapter101
/"Th-Thorne? A Thorne?/" Alder gasped in surprise when his eyes met Madonna’s resentful ones. When the bright flash of anger and despise hit him from Madonna’s eyes was when he gulped down the fear that was slowly forming inside him.
Devil! The Thorne kin had a daughter?!
/"Orla dear,/" Alder tumbled towards Orla /"Dear, your good friend does not have a daughter. I’m afraid Madonna is an imposter./" Alder spoke with desperacy as he hurried to Orla. He was just hoping, hoping for Orla to confirm him of his accusation.
He just wanted to know that Madonna was indeed not a Thorne.
/"But I am, Alder. I am a Thorne, daughter and sister of people you slaughtered so cruelly./" Madonna responded in a casual manner as she took slow steps towards the quivering Alder.
