The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path

Chapter 140

Translator: Yonnee

Ow!

And why are you going to read that?!

Frightened, Jurich immediately backed away, clutching the back of her hand, which had turned bright red.

B-But I w-was just, just curious about w-whats written

Margaret let out a loud huff.

Didnt I already say its nothing? Theres just been a slight misunderstanding, Im sure. Your older brother must have needed a bit of time to breathe.

Jurich was confused.

T-Time to breathe?

Several months had already passed ever since David entered House Roschildes subjugation squad as a squire, yet he was still unable to adapt at all.

She was informed of how incompetent David was at being a squirelet alone a knightso it seemed as if he was being treated as a burden there now.

This was the exact reason Margaret went to the marquiss mansion to meet Radis.

It was because of David.

She was going to urge Radis to do something about Davids situation, but that door was slammed shut right into her face. Margaret could do nothing else, and there was absolutely no hope left for David.

Margaret replied coldly.

It says that David has been AWOL from the subjugation squad for a while nowso if David happens to come home, theyre asking me to inform them.

W-Whaaat?

Jurichs face went deathly pale.

B-Brother, he, from the subjugation squad h-he deserted?

Margaret bristled and roared.

This kid, this kid! Look at you talk! What do you mean, deserted?!

B-But What he did was desertion from the army Thats a crime

At the same time as Margarets eyes flared up, one of Jurichs cheeks felt as if its been set on fire.

Kyaah!

So shocked by the impact that her head turned sharply to the side, Jurich screamed.

She clasped her burning cheek, she looked up at Margaret with terror in her eyes.

But Margaret, like a raging storm, began to yell again without even giving the girl any time to cry or make excuses.

Jurich Tilrod, you thoughtless wench! This is your older brother youre talking aboutbut what? How could you utter such words with your own mouth? Desertion? Crime?! Your brother is just having a bit of a rough patch in the subjugation squad, okay? Hes just taking a break! Instead of covering for your older brother, why are you so quick to put him to shame, huh?!

As though all the blood in her body had been drained away, Jurich was as pale as a sheet.

She trembled terribly like a poplar tree, and as she tried to mumble an apology, she unknowingly brought her thumb to her lips.

M-M-Mom, Im s-s, sor M sorry I was wro

Again, again, again!

Margaret ferociously pulled Jurichs hand off her mouth.

Why are you stuttering so much, huh? Dont you have the blood of the Tilrod family in your veins?! You take after your father so perfectly! You frustrate me to death!

Hu uu

Jurichs teeth chattered wildly.

Her green eyes were almost on the verge of rolling up completely white.

But all Margaret did was push Jurich away, even though the girl was right about to faint.

Useless wench! What use is there for such a weak little wretch like you?

Margaret then screeched to call Irene, who was standing at one corner of the entrance hall, gripping a broom with both hands.

You! Take Jurich back to her room. And tell her to write a letter of apology! Dont let her out of her room until she fills ten pages!

Keeping her head down, Irene came forward and took Jurich, who was on the verge of passing out.

Margaret stomped around the entrance hall, huffing and puffing like an enraged dragon.

Argh, this goddamn scoundrels small house! Not a single person is of use here! Everyones just gawking at me Aaaahh Im so sick of it!

She stomped around the palm-sized entrance hall about three times.

But due to her aching back, Margaret eventually sank down into a chair.

Then, at that moment.

Knock, knock.

Someone was at the door.

What?

Margarets eyes widened as she glared at the door with her vicious eyes.

B-By any chance? My son?

Momentarily forgetting her back pain, Margaret sprang to her feet and burst open the front door.

But it wasnt David who was standing on the porch.

It was a man with tanned skin, light platinum hair that seemed almost white, and stark, gray eyes that looked like the winter sky.

It was Robert.

Margaret looked at the man up and down, and her expression quickly became sullen.

Although he was a handsome man, he wasnt very well dressed, and he didnt come in a carriage.

Who?

Margarets gaze wandered to the young mans solid muscular shoulders, the sword on his waist, then she turned to look at the fine war horse that was waiting by the porch.

A knight?

Margaret thought that perhaps he was a knight working under House Roderick, and that hed come to bring news about David.

are you?

Margaret tried to pull up the corners of her mouth and smiled gracefully.

But Robert did not smile back even a little.

He glared at Margaret with a dismal, dark look in his eyes, then he soon looked past her and scanned the entrance hall.

Faced with the young mans strangely hostile demeanor towards her, it didnt take long for Margaret to feel uneasy.

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