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

at her

We didn’t come here to argue

interjected.

like this family either,

online backlash

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

her relationship with Roselynn was relatively

Roselynn were still filled

was known for

swayed by others. Engaging in a direct confrontation with

be a

to beg you to remove the posts on

soft tone, “I understand it

Can you please

a cold snort. “Young?

for

prepared to let them

these men had shown any willingness to

want to play, huh?” Jamison expressed

upon hearing that.

aside, Jamison,” Henrietta

Hermann’s face, he chose to remain

intention was to resolve the issue

stage, they entrusted Henrietta with the

Ox

Roselynn refused to cooperate, they were prepared to

more forceful measures.

to Roselynn and promise her

behavior!” Henrietta ordered.

shot daggers at Roselynn. With

he grudgingly

Sorry for what?” Roselynn

for Jamison to twist

you all…” Henrietta said.

Let him speak for himself!”

let bygones be

their mistakes and offered

she would consider deleting

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Jamison felt that Roselynn was deliberately trying to show off

immediately started hurling insults at her.

of the situation! Who do

woman that no man wants to marry. I

hag for the rest of your

Boom!

anger was instantly

mother’s sufferings had deeply impacted her, leaving a

a strong resentment toward those who belittled

disrespected women within her.

word uttered by Jamison revealed his contempt for her and

I won’t allow him to get

language, Jamison!” Henrietta stepped in

interjected, “Oh, shut

his limit and would not allow

them.

at Roselynn and

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

or not?”

no!” Roselynn, unfazed by the

decisively.

refuse to delete them,

with anger as he let out a roar.