After speaking, the young girl tugged at her skirt, gave the adults a dismissive curtsey, and dashed out of the hall like the wind.
Just as Anna never regarded Catherine as an adult, Catherine never considered Olivia important.
Being publicly contradicted by her younger sister left Catherine shocked and furious. She looked at her mother in despair, her exquisite features slightly distorted by anger: "Mother!"
Lady Navarre gently stirred her drink, not even lifting her eyelids, and leisurely replied with a question, "What's the matter?"
"You're too indulgent with Olivia!"
Lady Navarre's almond-shaped eyes cast a brief glance at her second daughter, "I never imagined I'd hear such words from you one day."
One thing overcomes another, Catherine felt both ashamed and furious, yet had no words to retort. She pressed her lips, then pitifully looked towards the end of the long table: "Grandfather!"
