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 to

Hermann speechless, and all

at her

We didn’t come

interjected.

like this family either, she was still a member of

Now that the online backlash had also affected her,

to find a solution, even if it was for

relationship with Roselynn was

interactions with Roselynn were still

for her strong–willed

swayed by others. Engaging in a

be a

here to beg you to remove

in a soft tone, “I understand it was

still young. Can you

“Young? He’s

for his

let them off

of these men had

is how you want to play, huh?”

upon hearing that.

step aside, Jamison,” Henrietta stopped him from

anger on Hermann’s face, he chose to remain silent. They

was to resolve the issue

this stage, they entrusted Henrietta with the task of handling

Ox

Roselynn refused to cooperate,

more forceful measures.

and promise

behavior!” Henrietta ordered.

shot daggers at Roselynn. With his grandfather and

he grudgingly

Sorry for what?” Roselynn asked

not right for Jamison to twist

you all…” Henrietta said.

him speak for himself!”

to let bygones

they genuinely acknowledged their

would consider

5/10

was deliberately

immediately started hurling insults at her. “Roselynn Lowe,

Who do

woman that no man wants to marry. I bet you’re destined to be

for the

Boom!

was instantly ignited by

mother’s sufferings had deeply impacted

fostering a strong resentment toward those who belittled

disrespected women within her.

by Jamison revealed his

for women. I won’t allow him to get away with it

Henrietta stepped in to

Hermann interjected, “Oh, shut up,

his limit and would not allow Roselynn to

them.

his finger at

waste each other’s time. Are you going to delete the

or not?”

Roselynn, unfazed by the

decisively.

to delete them, I’ll tear down

with anger as he let out a roar. Being