Chapter 443
“You are now the Marchioness of Somers, the head of the inner court. If you can’t compose yourself, how will others view our family?” Kelsey ached for her son and didn’t want to make things harder for Willow, but she truly couldn’t stand her way of doing things.
‘Crying at the slightest trouble. Is this how a noble lady should conduct herself?‘ Kelsey thought with disapproval.
She had known that the Monson family pampered Willow, but she hadn’t expected them to spoil her into uselessness.
The Osborne family didn’t want a crybaby. They needed a capable matron to manage the household.
Willow bit her lip in grievance and nodded. “I understand.”
Holding back tears, she limped over to the bedside.
When she saw the wounds on Michael’s back, she gasped in shock. “Does it hurt badly? The King was far too harsh. Didn’t the Queen plead on your behalf?”
As soon as those words left her mouth, the whole room went still in shock.
Even Michael, who had been resting with eyes closed, opened them sharply.
Every eye in the room turned toward Willow.
She looked around, confused, and saw that Kelsey was glaring at her with wide eyes, filled with fear.
Even the servants in the room had dropped to their knees, trembling, not daring to make a sound.
Michael’s gaze turned fearful as well. He ground out through gritted teeth, “Do you know what you’re saying? Rain and thunder are all blessings from the King. How dare you speak with such disrespect?”
Only then did Willow realize how serious her slip was.
In ancient times, imperial authority was absolute. Any comment that implied discontent with the King could lead to
execution.
She turned pale, tears streaming down her face.
She only meant to express concern for her husband. She never intended any disrespect toward His Majesty.
“Honey, I… I didn’t mean anything by it!” Willow stammered.
Kelsey’s harsh voice cut through the tension. “If a single word of this gets out, I’ll have all your lives.”
The servants all trembled in fear. “Yes, my Lady.”
“Everyone out,” Kelsey commanded.
Terrified, Willow dropped to her knees and begged, “Please, it was just a slip of the tongue. I beg your mercy.”
She had just married in. If she were punished like this, wouldn’t it be a huge embarrassment?
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