Lynne Bronte felt a suffocating sensation in her chest. Betsy Russell was obviously an annoying and rustic girl; how did she suddenly become the heiress of the Russell family that the Sabir family swore to protect?
Since she was a child, Lynne had been instilled with the idea of protecting the Russell family.
She didn't like Betsy, but the beliefs she had grown up with told her to protect Betsy with her own life. These two conflicting thoughts collided in her mind, making her head feel like it was about to explode.
"Lynne, if you dare harm Miss Russell, you can get out of the Sabir family!" David Bronte sternly looked at Lynne. He was not afraid of the Russell family; instead, he was grateful and reverent to them.
If put in ancient terms, David Bronte would be the most loyal guardian of the Russell family.
"Oh." Lynne lowered her eyelids, answering weakly.
...
When Betsy took Slevin Russell and Evelyn Campbell to their room, the waiter had already brought their meals.
