"Stop pretending!" Mike suddenly laughed coldly. "The word is out that Father is considering his legacy and announcing an heir. You chose such a time to return, everyone knows your motive."
"I couldn't care less about the title of Duke Abraham," Isabella shrugged indifferently. "All that busywork, and you can't even enjoy a day out shopping. What's so great about that?"
Hearing Isabella belittle the family's most prestigious title, Mike's expression soured, his gaze growing darker.
Isabella remained unfazed, her smile widening as she continued, "But you—"
"Father's not even gone, and you're already so eager. So afraid of someone who's left the family? If I were him, I wouldn't pick a coward like you!"
"What do you mean by that?" Mike was livid, and a spell of blood magic was immediately hurled in Isabella's direction.
The Duchess's face turned pale. "Mike! What are you doing?"
