As soon as Isla MacGregor saw her parents appear, she burst into tears like a child.
"Dad, Mom, Claire Wentworth hit me."
Malcolm MacGregor's face looked grim. He stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Claire Wentworth. "Madame Montfort, the Third Young Master's wife, I failed to educate my daughter well. I'll take her back and teach her a good lesson right away."
Claire Wentworth looked him up and down in confusion. Finally, her gaze landed on Lucas Dupont. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her look became profound.
Could Lucas Dupont have such ability to make these arrogant people cower like quails? It was unlikely.
So, was Alexandre Montfort here?
Claire Wentworth pondered for a moment and then nodded to Jocelyn. Only then did Jocelyn let go of Isla MacGregor.
The moment Isla MacGregor got free, she immediately rushed towards Claire Wentworth. However, Malcolm MacGregor grabbed her. "Behave yourself!"
"Dad?" Isla MacGregor couldn't understand at all. Her father, who had doted on her to the extreme on ordinary days, had suddenly become a different person today.
"The Montfort family in Metropolis is not someone we can afford to offend," Malcolm MacGregor whispered in her ear.
Isla MacGregor widened her eyes. "But, Young Master Montfort, he clearly is..."
"Shut up! It seems I've spoiled you too much on a regular basis. You've even lost your basic judgment and been used so thoroughly."
"Anyway, Claire Wentworth is now the wife of Young Master Montfort. Going against her means going against the Montfort family. Isla MacGregor, no one will reason with you. Not to mention that you not only offended Claire Wentworth but also cursed Young Master Montfort just now!"
"I..."
Isla MacGregor wasn't completely brainless. After hearing what her father said, she also realized the strangeness of the matter. She turned her head and saw that the little sisters who had come downstairs with her just now were all hiding beside their respective family members, pretending not to know her.
So, was she used as a pawn today?
She looked at Scarlett Dupont.
Scarlett Dupont's lips curved slightly. She walked up to her and said with a sincere look on her face, "Isla MacGregor, things have come to this. You'd better go back first. Don't worry. I'll talk to my second brother about today's matter and ask him to tell everyone not to spread it."
Isla MacGregor gave her a deep look, then gritted her teeth and left with Malcolm MacGregor. Before leaving, she looked at Claire Wentworth again. Standing there, Claire Wentworth was more upright and outstanding than any well - bred young lady. It turned out that a Cinderella could really be reborn after ascending to a high position overnight.
"Madame Montfort, the Third Young Master's wife, I hope the little episode just now didn't affect your mood," Lucas Dupont said with a smile as he came to Claire Wentworth.
Claire Wentworth: "Does Lucas Dupont think this matter can be let go?"
Lucas Dupont: "Does Madame Montfort, the Third Young Master's wife, think it can't be dropped?"
"Of course not. Isla MacGregor is just a tool, and I hope Lucas Dupont can give me an account of the person behind it."
Scarlett Dupont's face instantly turned pale, and her eyes unconsciously shrank.
The next second, Lucas Dupont said, "Scarlett Dupont, come here and apologize!"
Scarlett Dupont bit her lips and stared at Claire Wentworth. "Sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"I shouldn't have humiliated Madame Montfort, the Third Young Master's wife."
"I was humiliated by Isla MacGregor. How did you humiliate me?"
"I shouldn't have used Isla MacGregor to humiliate Madame Montfort, the Third Young Master's wife."
"And?"
Scarlett Dupont's lips were almost bitten through. What else? What else was there? She just instigated Isla MacGregor, right?
"You instigated Isla MacGregor to curse my husband. Is this just going to be left like this?"
Instigate? Curse Young Master Montfort?
The color drained completely from Scarlett Dupont's face.
Lucas Dupont slapped Scarlett Dupont across the face with a "slap". The force was so great that blood immediately trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Claire Wentworth stood there silently, showing no reaction.
Lucas Dupont glanced at her and slapped her again. This time, Scarlett Dupont spat out two teeth.
All the guests watched this in silence. Not a single person came forward to smooth things over.
It was not until Lucas Dupont finished the third slap that Claire Wentworth laughed and said, "That's enough."
Scarlett Dupont's cheeks were numb, and her eyes shot out a look as if she wanted to devour someone.
Claire Wentworth stared back at her coldly.
"Can't stand it? But this is just the beginning. You have to pay for what you do. Think about what you did to me before. This is just a fraction of it!"
Scarlett Dupont stared at her resentfully.
"I don't like your look. If you still want to keep your eyes..."
The anger in Scarlett Dupont's heart was replaced by fear, and her eyes instantly shrank.
Claire Wentworth chuckled lightly and then turned to leave.
Behind her, the crowd looked at each other in dismay.
Was she leaving just like that?
Lucas Dupont's face was ashen. Originally, the welcome - back banquet for Young Master Montfort was just an excuse and a signal of the Dupont family's showing weakness. But now, Young Master Montfort had come but didn't show up, and even the wife of Young Master Montfort had been offended by Scarlett Dupont. What's more, this wife of Young Master Montfort was the person his cousin was looking for. Tonight's banquet was a complete joke to him.
Upstairs.
Alexandre Montfort's lips curved slightly. "Let's go."
Leo immediately pushed his wheelchair.
In the car on the way back.
Jocelyn glanced at Claire Wentworth. "Young mistress, you were so cool just now."
Claire Wentworth smiled.
"If the young master knows that the young mistress protects him like this, he will definitely be very happy."
Claire Wentworth thought for a moment. "Don't tell him."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want him to know that someone cursed him. His health is already poor. If he has psychological problems too..." Wouldn't she, as a doctor, be the one to deal with the troubles?
"Oh." Jocelyn nodded. The young mistress was so kind. The young master was really lucky.
Claire Wentworth returned to the villa, and as expected, Alexandre Montfort wasn't at home. It seemed that the person at the hotel who could make everyone suddenly become submissive should be him. She just didn't know why he went there. If he wanted to attend, it would be better to go there openly. He said he wouldn't attend but then went secretly. Could it be that he went there especially to support her?
Claire Wentworth was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and smiled. "Claire Wentworth, are you out of your mind? The last time he showed up by coincidence was because he wanted to figure out what happened two years ago. Today, there must be other reasons. What are you daydreaming about? Hehe."
After changing into comfortable home clothes, Claire Wentworth went downstairs. Although she had just gone to the banquet, she came back without eating anything. Fortunately, there was food prepared in the kitchen.
Claire Wentworth was eating when Alexandre Montfort was pushed in by Leo. Seeing her, Alexandre Montfort raised his eyebrows slightly.
Claire Wentworth had already greeted him obediently. "Good day, Young Master Montfort. Would you like to have dinner with me?"
"Sure."
Alexandre Montfort went to wash his hands and then came back, stopping opposite Claire Wentworth. The kitchen quickly served him another portion of food.
"Why didn't you eat?" Alexandre Montfort asked.
"Actually, I was worried that I might say something wrong and cause trouble for Young Master Montfort, so I greeted the host and came back early."
Alexandre Montfort looked at her. Teaching two young ladies from prominent families a lesson wasn't considered trouble in her eyes?
"Young Master Montfort, I have something to ask for your help."
Alexandre Montfort looked up. "Go ahead."
"I need a lawyer, a really excellent one."