The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Translator: Yonnee

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Other than Margaret’s blond hair and green eyes, it seemed like Jurich inherited their mother’s negative aspects as well.

Without stopping to take a breath, Jurich went on and on and on, spouting one demeaning word after another. The way her nostrils flared during her tirade made her look like a mini-Margaret.

When Radis realized this, it felt as if her blood vessels had been slashed, and that her whole body was bleeding out.

Staggering forward, she clutched Jurich’s shoulder.

“Jurich…!”

In her previous life, Jurich was not like this to Radis.

The only person who tormented her was Margaret.

Margaret was a sweet and kind mother only to David and Jurich.

She was especially doting towards Jurich, who was her favorite daughter. Jurich was ever an immature princess.

There were times when she fought with David, but they were merely squabbles.

Jurich was a lovely girl who always smiled wherever she went.

“As the eldest daughter of the Tilrod family, don’t you have any sense of responsibility in you? Since you’re the eldest, you should take care of our parents! You should care deeply about David’s future because he’s the pillar of our family! And you should take care of me, your younger sister! You’re obligated to do all of that!”

The fourteen-year-old Jurich was never the kind of child who’d shout like this, nor was she the type to have poison lacing the tip of her tongue.

Radis looked down at Jurich, her eyes welling up with tears. She was disappointed.

Jurich’s lips were tinted pink, but if one were to look closely, they were open abrasions all over.

Apart from that, as Jurich was pointing at Radis, the small fingernails that she could see were jagged and unpolished.

“W-What are you looking at, huh?!”

When Jurich realized that Radis was staring at her hand, she quickly hid it behind her body.

Radis felt as if her chest was being torn apart.

‘I wasn’t there… so it was redirected to Jurich like this.”

This realization nearly made Radis collapse.

Radis turned to look at Margaret.

As the look in her eyes darkened, it was as if her gaze held the depths of the ocean at night, full of despair.

Margaret, who met such a distant gaze, could not help but flinch.

Radis slowly opened her lips to speak.

“Must you… really do this?”

Margaret bristled at Radis’s words.

“Hah! Me? Do what?!”

“Must you destroy a person… without ever stopping at all?”

“Whaaat?”

Radis held Jurich’s arm.

Frustrated, Jurich tried to pull out her arm from Radis’s grasp, but she could not.

“Stop it! Stop it, I say!”

Radis held Jurich’s hand and raised it to Margaret’s eye level.

“Look. Look at just how much you’re destroying your children!”

“You have no right to say such a thing!”

Margaret slapped Jurich’s hand away with all her might.

Her patience had run thin.

Losing her rationality, Margaret began yelling right at Radis’s face.

“Are you going to preach to me now? Fine, you’re doing oh so well now, aren’t you?! Do you think you’ve become the Marquis’s wife now? Are you showing off? Then at least take care of your own family! Why do you not even have enough sense to siphon money back to your house? You’re nothing but a block-headed halfwit who can’t even take care of your own family! How dare you talk back to the mother who gave birth to you when you haven’t taken even the lowly position of a concubine?!”

Because, unlike Margaret’s dirty imagination, Radis was not here to be Yves’s mistress.

But Radis could not say that here—Allen was right there, watching this spectacle. She bit down on her tongue, and if she would die from biting off her own tongue, then she shall die before ever answering back to that.

Helplessly, she had no choice but to let go of Jurich’s arm.

As Radis staggered back, Margaret’s voice rose even higher.

“You selfish, ungrateful wench! Be sure to birth a daughter who’s just like you! Then you’ll understand how I feel!”

At that moment, the main doors burst open.

From the other side of the foyer, an elegant elderly lady appeared through the doors.

It was Mariel Russell, the household’s matriarch from two generations ago, and Yves Russell’s grandmother.

Usually, she carried herself with such dignity.

However, right now, Mariel was emitting an overwhelming pressure towards her surroundings, as if she was an angered queen.

As her eyes scanned the crowd, everyone present suddenly became sinners, and they were compelled to lower their heads.

With Mariel’s appearance, Margaret regained her rationality and barked a question at Radis.

“You, who is this person? Explain to me w—”

As if this was the signal, Mariel Russell walked forward.

She swung the doors vigorously and marched right towards Margaret. The sharp sound of clacking heels echoed across the marble floor.

Then, with one gloved hand—SLAP!

Mariel slapped Margaret right across the cheek.

“Huuuuk!”

“……!”

Jurich, who had been trembling ever since Radis had grabbed her by the arm, gasped audibly as if she was about to faint.

And Radis, too, could not help but be surprised.

Margaret cried out.

“W-What do you think you’re…!”

But Mariel did not stop.

SLAP! SLAAAP—!

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