“Mr. Harrison Lancaster?!”
Alice stared in utter disbelief, almost certain she’d misheard.
But Harrison didn’t so much as glance her way. His gaze, deep and unreadable, rested on the girl beside him in the wheelchair. His tone was calm but brooked no argument. “Do whatever you think is right. You’re my wife, Mrs. Lancaster of the Lancaster family. You don’t need to worry about anyone else’s opinion.”
“Harrison!” Lady Lancaster slammed her cane on the floor, her anger evident as she abruptly stood.
Unfazed, Harrison replied evenly, “Grandmother, when someone makes a mistake, they have to pay the price. That’s the rule in our family.”
He turned to Anastasia. “Ana, go ahead.”
A small, satisfied smile played at the corners of Anastasia’s mouth.
It felt so good, having someone on her side for once.
She narrowed her eyes at Mary and her daughter, ready to speak, but Mary, sensing the danger, darted forward before she could get a word out.
Mary leapt to her feet, nearly stumbling, her voice breaking with desperation. “Madam, what more do you want from me? Haven’t I suffered enough? Or do you want my life too?”
“Fine. If you’ll just let Alice go, take my life—I don’t care! My husband’s been gone for years, I’ve had enough of this miserable world!”
With that, she burst into tears and lunged toward the wall, intent on smashing herself against it.
Lady Lancaster’s face went pale. “What are you doing? Someone, stop her!”
Two maids rushed forward and managed to restrain Mary, but she continued to struggle, still trying to throw herself at the wall and wailing as she did.
“I can’t take this anymore! Lady Lancaster, I won’t be able to stay by your side any longer!”
“My only concern in this life is Alice. Please, for the sake of the years we’ve shared, look after her when I’m gone. Don’t let her be left all alone, at the mercy of others…”
Alice, sobbing, rushed over to cling to her mother as well.
The room devolved into chaos.
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