Chapter 642

Warner froze in his tracks, that all–too–familiar look of impatience creeping back onto his face.

Evadne let go of Thaddeus‘ hand and marched up to Warner with the speed of a tempest.

The next second, her slender arm swung through the air, her fiery blue eyes blazing with fury as she slapped the privileged man across the face–not once, but twice!

The sound resonated, leaving the onlookers, including Thaddeus, in shock.

Warner himself was stunned beyond belief, and it wasn’t until the sting on his cheek flared up and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth that he fully grasped what had happened.

He had been slapped!

“Evadne!” Warner covered his face with his hands, his voice shaking with rage as he struggled to hold back his fury.

Thaddeus strode over with long, determined steps, wrapping his protective arms around Evadne, his gaze upon Warner dark and foreboding.

his spine, the pain on

for Chasel. I don’t care what he is to you, but to me, he’s my brother, my friend! You hit him, you hit me. And if you think you can strut around the Ashbourne estate and walk out like nothing happened, those two slaps are just a taste of our hospitality!” Evadne’s voice

for this!” Aviana almost cheered out

she’d be serving up a plate of Lionel’s “Golden Grains” to this

eyes brimmed

was ironic,

the Brights, he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence, filling his

don’t care about the Bright family’s ridiculous rules. This is my home, and Suri is my family. You dare to humiliate her like this? Do you think we’re all dead? I should have hit you harder. If you keep up your act,

defiance was palpable.

his heart swelling with pride yet concerned that

had never suffered such

he simply trembled with rage, pointing at Evadne’s stunning face, his voice shaking, “You’ve benefited from the Bright family’s generosity, and you dare raise your hand against me? You’re ungrateful!

Thaddeus‘ cold eyes darkened, his lips barely moving. “As you say, it was Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed

as dark as the bottom of a

as the winter moon, her voice icy, “You say I owe the Bright family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me. I don’t want children. You want

“Lunatic!”

had no advantage, either in strength or in wit, Warner’s face turned beet red as he made a hasty retreat. Chasel took one last deep look at Evadne,

body stood upright by the railing, and his hands, which were holding

pain tugged

help it anymore. He spat hard on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood

Evadne was really

his lips couldn’t stop rising. Then Warner saw

were about to break. “When I get home and

the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose some of its

hell is Emeric when his own

with pain. “He gets himself enemies, and

tried to soothe her, “Evadne, don’t be hard on your dad, he

room fell silent.

sounded better than going to

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