"You... what did you say..."
Ruth Upperton's old face seemed to have been slapped invisibly, hurting her so much that sparks flew from her eyes. Unwilling to accept the truth, she asked, "Who gave her such authority?"
"I did." Julian Johnson's tyrannical response was unmistakable.
"... Julian, you really are foolish!"
Ruth Upperton was so furious she nearly spat blood, fortunately a servant came to support her, "Madam, the master asks you to go back and rest."
It provided her an escape route, allowing her to leave the situation; otherwise, she might be publicly humiliated by her grandson. But with stubbornness, she turned back to point at Isabella Lindsey, "Wild girl, just wait. As long as I'm living here, don't think you'll succeed!"
"..." Isabella Lindsey had no reaction. Watching her walk away, she suddenly asked Julian Johnson, "Your injuries haven't healed yet. Getting out of bed like this, won't it worsen?"
"Concerned about me?"
Thus.
