After the chilling silence, the Earl avoided Shen Mochen's gaze.
He burst into laughter, "Well worthy of being a girl from the Alexandrov Family, the man she picks is indeed remarkable!"
Catherine gripped Shen Mochen's hand. "And you are truly a man of the Alexandrov Family, finding a way to save face even in this situation."
The Earl's face flushed hot, of course unwilling to admit that he had backed down in front of a commoner.
"However, it's unfortunate that in your man's heart, it seems that Yin Caiyu is more important," said the Earl.
"Please put away your divisive tricks—if my man were heartless and disloyal to a motherly figure, then how would he be any different from you?" countered Catherine.
The two exchanged verbal blows, staunchly opposed. Catherine's palm was sweaty as she held Shen Mochen's hand.
The Earl, red-faced from Catherine's retorts, could only leave with a sweep of his sleeve.
