Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 193

As the group entered the main hall, they were greeted by a delightful aroma.

“Aunt Alessandra, are you making soup? It smells amazing! Can I have a bowl

please?” Jamison’s mouth watered immediately.

Alessandra hesitated for a moment.

She made the soup for her daughter-in–law. If she served everyone a bowl,

her daughter–in–law would be left without any to drink when she returned

home.

Furthermore, she was well aware that her daughter–in–law had a busy

schedule. The fact that she could spare an hour or two to be there was

already a gesture of kindness. What if they finish the soup, and I don’t have

enough time to make more for my daughter–in–law?

“What’s wrong? Can’t you serve my grandson a bowl of soup? Do you not

think of us as your family?” Upon noticing Alessandra’s silence, Hermann

directed a stern gaze at her, his face reflecting his disapproval.

“No, no, no. It’s not like that,” Alessandra stammered, her body trembling in

fear of her father’s disapproval.

Undeterred by the old–fashioned and patriarchal mentality of Hermann,

Roselynn fearlessly stood her ground. With a cold expression, she retorted,

“My mom prepared the soup specifically for my brother and his wife, so

there’s no extra for you! What exactly do you want?”

“What? Manny is married?” her grandmother exclaimed.

Hermann’s family, too, was taken aback.

Hermann even raised his voice. “Well, well, it seems you don’t consider us as

family at all! Alessandra Cadigan, you’re such an ungrateful daughter. Your

son got married, yet you didn’t even bother to invite us to the wedding. You’re

such a heartless woman!”

Filled with grievances, Alessandra wanted to explain to him, but before she

could do so, Roselynn stepped in.

She said to Hermann, “How dare you scold my mom? She’s heartless? You

people are the heartless ones! Ever since my mother married my father ten

years ago, you have never visited her, not even once. When my father

passed away, you didn’t even bother to come and offer your condolences.

When my mother underwent surgery, you didn’t show any concern. You even

withheld her share of the village dividends, regardless of her well–being or

struggles! Since you’d never appeared on any of the occasions above, you

to invite you

lengthy speech rendered Hermann speechless, and

her

come here to argue about

interjected.

like this family either, she was still a member of

that the online backlash had also

find a solution, even if it was for her

her relationship with Roselynn was relatively better

interactions with Roselynn were still filled with

for her strong–willed

swayed by others. Engaging in a direct

a wise

beg you to remove the posts

pleaded in a soft tone, “I

young. Can you please

snort. “Young?

for

was not prepared to let them off so easily,

these men had shown any willingness

want to play, huh?” Jamison

upon hearing that.

Henrietta stopped him from

Hermann’s face, he chose to remain silent.

was to resolve the issue

this stage, they entrusted Henrietta with the task of handling

Ox

Roselynn refused to cooperate, they

more forceful measures.

promise

behavior!” Henrietta ordered.

shot daggers at Roselynn. With his

he grudgingly muttered,

sorry? Sorry for what?” Roselynn

right for Jamison to

you all…” Henrietta said.

speak for himself!”

let bygones

their mistakes

she would consider deleting the

5/10

Jamison felt that Roselynn was deliberately trying to

hurling insults at her. “Roselynn Lowe,

situation! Who do you think

marry. I bet

hag for the rest of your

Boom!

was instantly ignited by his

deeply

and fostering a strong resentment toward those who belittled

disrespected women within her.

word uttered by Jamison revealed

disregard for women. I won’t allow him to

Jamison!” Henrietta stepped in

interjected, “Oh,

would not allow

them.

finger at Roselynn and issued a

let’s not waste each other’s time. Are you going to delete the

or not?”

no!” Roselynn, unfazed by the situation, responded firmly

decisively.

you refuse to delete them,

anger as he let out a roar.