"I have resolved the war issue, but I'm uncertain about how to prove myself right and the duchess wrong. No matter what I do, she always manages to stay one step ahead," I muttered to myself as I walked toward my room.
"Bernice!" the duchess's voice halted me.
"Mother, you—" she blocked my way.
"Yes, me!" she glared at me angrily.
"Why did you stop him from going to war? What is your intention? To tie my son to this household!" she shouted, pushing me back.
"I thought you would be okay not sending your son to the monstrous battle, but you're blaming me? What kind of mother are you?" I glared at her.
"What kind of mother wants to send her son to get killed? Just what kind of person are you, duchess!" I shouted, my anger reaching its peak.
"You have no right to question what I do or don't do. He is my son. I have made him grow up like this. I won't let it ruin because of a mere woman who just married him out of nowhere," she said angrily.
