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

speech rendered Hermann speechless, and all he could do

at her

We didn’t come here to

interjected.

she did not like this family either, she was still a member of

family. Now that the online backlash

a solution, even if it was for her own

her relationship with Roselynn was relatively

family members, interactions with Roselynn were still

was known for

swayed by others. Engaging in a direct

be a wise

here to beg you to

pleaded in a soft tone, “I understand it was my brother’s fault,

Can you

a cold snort. “Young? He’s

for his

to let them off

of these men had

is how you want to play, huh?”

upon hearing that.

aside, Jamison,” Henrietta stopped him from

he chose

agreed that their intention was to resolve the

entrusted Henrietta with the task of handling the

Ox

to cooperate, they were

more forceful measures.

apologize to Roselynn and promise her you’ll not repeat

behavior!” Henrietta ordered.

at Roselynn. With

grudgingly muttered,

for what?” Roselynn

was not right for Jamison to twist

you all…” Henrietta said.

quiet, Henrietta. Let him speak for himself!”

to let bygones be

they genuinely acknowledged their mistakes

consider deleting the

5/10

was deliberately trying to

and immediately started hurling insults at her. “Roselynn

do you

no man wants to marry. I bet you’re

hag for the rest of

Boom!

anger was instantly ignited

mother’s sufferings had deeply impacted her, leaving

resentment toward those who

disrespected women within her.

revealed his contempt for

him to get away with

Henrietta stepped in to

“Oh, shut up,

had reached his limit and would not allow Roselynn to

them.

his finger at Roselynn and issued a

time. Are

or not?”

unfazed by the situation, responded

decisively.

you refuse to delete them,

as he let out a roar.