"Lord Black, my husband and I wish to apologize to you and your family with a thousand gold coins-" the countess' words were interrupted.
"I will torture and murder all three of your defects, Countess."
"H-huh?" The countess looked like she wanted to jump out of her skin out of pure shock.
But soon, her shocked expression paled. The implications of his outrageous statement were dawning on the woman.
Her cheeks flushed crimson in the next moment, and her gloved hands trembled at her side.
But it wasn't fear that seized her. It was cold, aristocratic fury.
"Torture and murder…?" she spat with such outrage that some saliva flew out of her mouth. Her voice rose with every word. "You're a brute, that's expected. But to call my sons, my very blood, defects?! How dare you? Do you think yourself above us when you crawl through the mud with your kennel of beasts?"
Every syllable was poison. Every glare a dagger.
