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

invite you to

rendered Hermann speechless, and all he could do

at her

come here to argue about

interjected.

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

the online

she had to find a solution, even if it was for her own sake.

Roselynn was relatively better

family members, interactions with Roselynn were still filled

was known for her strong–willed nature and

in a direct confrontation

a wise

to

a soft tone, “I understand it

Can you

“Young? He’s already

for his

to let them off so

these men had shown any willingness to

you want to play,

upon hearing that.

aside, Jamison,” Henrietta stopped him

the anger on Hermann’s face, he chose to remain

their intention was to

entrusted Henrietta with the

Ox

refused to cooperate, they were prepared to

more forceful measures.

promise her you’ll not

behavior!” Henrietta ordered.

shot daggers at Roselynn. With his grandfather and father

grudgingly muttered, “I’m

Sorry for what?”

Jamison to twist the

you all…” Henrietta said.

quiet, Henrietta. Let him speak for himself!”

to let bygones be

their mistakes and offered

she would consider

5/10

Roselynn was deliberately trying to

started hurling insults at her. “Roselynn

Who do you think you are? You’re

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

for the

Boom!

anger was instantly ignited by

deeply

and fostering a strong resentment

disrespected women within her.

word uttered by Jamison revealed his contempt for

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

language, Jamison!” Henrietta stepped in to

interjected, “Oh,

his limit and would not

them.

finger at Roselynn and

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

or not?”

no!” Roselynn, unfazed by the

decisively.

If you refuse to delete them, I’ll tear

turned red with anger as he let