Chapter 465
Willow stared at the smelly shoe on the ground and let out a piercing shriek.
She had never been so humiliated in her life.
She was the dignified Marchioness of Somers, yet here she was, being pelted with rotten shoes, wilted vegetables, and spoiled eggs.
Nona, terrified, rushed to shield Willow and urged, “Lady Willow, get in the carriage, quick!”
Only then did Willow snap out of her daze and, under the frantic protection of Nona and the attendants, was practically shoved into the carriage.
The coachman whipped the horses into a frenzy, and the furious mob chased after them, hurling curses and pelting the carriage with whatever they could find.
Whatever was in their hands-stones, rotten eggs, moldy vegetables-was hurled at the carriage.
Each object struck the carriage with heavy, echoing thuds, making the whole vehicle shudder.
Willow cowered in the corner of the carriage, clutching her ears, her screams unending.
It wasn’t until the carriage reached Peace Street and the crowd saw the patrol guards that they finally scattered.
Willow’s face turned ashen, her eyes brimming with tears.
Nona stole a nervous glance at her and whispered, “Lady Willow…”
Without warning, Willow slapped Nona hard across the face with a resounding crack.
Nona seemed to have expected it; she didn’t dare make a sound, just kowtowed frantically, her forehead nearly touching the floor as she begged for forgiveness.
“My lady, I was wrong! I truly know my mistake-please, my lady, spare me.”
The thought of that filthy shoe made Willow practically boil with rage.
She pointed a finger at Nona’s nose and snapped, “You worthless wretch! How dare you! When danger arose, you didn’t protect me-you even had the audacity to hide!”
The stench still seemed to linger at the tip of her nose, making Willow’s stomach churn with nausea.
Nona, face streaked with tears, pleaded, “My lady, I didn’t mean to. Please, have mercy on me!”
Willow was nearly beside herself with fury, her eyes cold and vicious as she ordered, “Slap yourself. Don’t stop until I say so.”
Nona froze for a moment, then understood Willow’s meaning.
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