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The side consort's words were vague. She seemed like asking for Mary's consent when she is actually coercing her. After Mary's change, she was no longer foolish, and she also morphed into a complete icy demeanor.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Mary said expressionlessly.
"Don't you want to have a good match?"
"I am still young. Besides, does my father know about this?" Mary lifted her head and looked at the side consort with indifference in her eyes.
The side consort's finger tightened. The girl in front of her had really changed. She could even argue readily with her under this circumstance.
Before she could open her mouth to retort, someone barged into the room.
The side consort swallowed her reprimand when she saw who the intruder was. Looking at her daughter, her eyes were filled with disapproval and distress.
"Amy, what are you doing coming here in the middle of the night?" The side consort cut in before Amy could open her mouth.
"Mother, why did you betroth me to the third son of the minister?" Amy's voice was filled with accusation and fury.
"Don't fret dear, listen to me first." The side consort sneaked a look at Mary as she looked at Amy with tenderness.
Mary stayed put and covered her eyes with her lowered lashes, a shadow casting over her features.
"I refuse to marry that man no matter what! I refuse! Not in a million years!" Amy said.
"Amy, listen to mother and go back to your chamber first." Looking at her state, the side consort had thought she knew her daughter's temper. Ordinarily it was fine, but now...
Despite this, the side consort patiently persuaded her daughter, a vast contrast to her attitude towards Mary just now.
But a furious Amy did not lap up this kind of gentle chiding.
"You want to me go back to my room? It is more like going back to wait for my wedding bells to chime!" Amy looked at the side consort, gritting her teeth.
"No, dear, it's not what you think..." The side consort wanted to explain but couldn't get anything out.
"Then what is it! Why are you always like this? Every time something good comes along, you always think of Grace first! If this man is so great why don't you give him to her?" Amy said nastily.
"Amy, how can you say that? She's your sister, what is with your attitude?" The side consort's voice was higher with surprise and irritation.
"But I am your daughter too." Amy's voice lowered and turned into sniveling.
"Don't worry Amy; I will go to your father to talk this out. Don't act rash." The side consort was developing a headache, unable to explain to her precious daughter. She got up and walked over to Amy to comfort her. "It doesn't matter if it's Grace or you; you are all my flesh and blood. How could I wish you ill when I couldn't love you more?"
"There is always a favorite! Even with flesh and blood!" It was the last part of side consort's words that stung Amy.
She pushed her mother away and turned towards Amy, resentment building in her chest. "And there's you. Are you laughing at my downfall, bitch?" She walked up and tried to push Mary.
However, mysteriously, even though Amy's hand was grabbing Mary's clothes, it was her that ended up on her back on the floor before she could comprehend anything.
But her hand...
Amy lifted her head dumbly, looking at her mother standing in her spot, her expression dark.
What... What happened to her? She was tripped by something, and the clothes she tore, was it her mother's sleeve?
Looking at the furiously shaking side consort rooted in her spot, servants throughout the front hall was whispering among themselves.
It was such a ghastly sight, a young lady tearing open her mother's robe and falling on her bum.
"My god!" As much as she loved her daughter, the side consort was beyond humiliated and her face turned sour under the gazes of servants. She spluttered and tried to leave quickly.
However, luck was not on their side today. "What on earth is going on here? What a disgrace!" A low voice sounded.
Hearing that voice, the side consort's face turned pale, and Amy's expression turned stiff.
A tall and sturdy figure walked in, his face impassive. It was the Lord Regent. He looked at Amy and the side consort darkly and the aura around him turned intimidating.
"Milord, what are you doing up so late? Why are you not resting?" The side consort forced a smile, trying to right her robes but failed.
