"Hah, to maintain your reputation among the people, I had to take the correct measures. You tortured the man who became your husband—what did you think I would do? Hide you somewhere safe? Of course not," Lucy said with an air of arrogance, brushing her hair back. The thing she despised most in the world was women seeking separation or divorce.
'Hah, if I were in your place, my daughter, I wouldn't have left any trace of my crimes,' Lucy thought to herself, trying to remain composed. Yet, the signs of disappointment were evident on her face as she continued to gaze at her daughter, hoping for redemption.
"This is your doing. Didn't I warn you against marrying that man? But you insisted. Anyway, I have bigger matters to deal with than listening to your whining. For once, act like a princess worthy of your rank. For once, do something I can be proud of, Loyan," her mother snapped. Her words were harsh, and they cut deeply.
