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Chapter 1191 Veronica Needs Time



Chapter 1191 Veronica Needs Time

They spoke of benevolence and righteousness in a place full of dangers, seemingly caring for the people in distress. They wanted her to compete for the position of the head of the hidden clan to save the common people in dire straits. Why didn't anyone ask for her opinion if that was the case?

"I..."

Hayley, as elegant as ever, sat gracefully on the couch, maintaining the posture of a noblewoman. However, her eyes showed undisguised sadness as she peered at Veronica.

"I heard from your master that you went to the palace. I was worried, so I came to check on you," she informed.

"I'm fine."

Veronica simply shrugged. She was just one step away from turning around and leaving before them. Then, she added, "If there's nothing else, you can go back. It's late, and I'm tired."

Others would politely ask their guests to leave, but Veronica couldn't even be bothered to pretend.

"You little brat, what did you say?!"

Crayson's face darkened, and he angrily slapped the armrest of the couch. "She is your mother. What is that attitude?"

"My mother? Oh, I'm sorry. I have too many mothers. I would have forgotten if you didn't mention it," Veronica replied with a slight curve of her red lips. She nodded as if it were a serious matter and

deliberately straightened her posture. Then, she nodded slightly toward Hayley. "Madam Hayley, thank you for your concern. I'm fine, and I've come back safely. However, I had a great time today. I'm a bit tired. If you have something to discuss, can we talk about it tomorrow?"

This time, she changed her tone from before and spoke friendlier.

But ironically, her attempt to be friendly made them feel like she wasn't trying to improve things.

Destiny couldn't stand Veronica and always felt that she didn't know how to appreciate the kindness shown to her. She couldn't help but reprimand her, "What is with your attitude? Do you know how much Master and Madam Hayley have sacrificed over the years?"

Veronica's smiling face gradually darkened, and she tilted her head slightly. As her sharp gaze fell on Destiny, she raised an eyebrow and asked in return, "In your opinion, what kind of attitude should I have?"

This was ridiculous.

Veronica had always suppressed her anger and avoided getting into arguments with them, especially when it came to Matthew. She knew what despicable things Crayson and Destiny had done, but she still held back from confronting them head-on.

However, they always wanted her to show respect and consideration toward Hayley, preferably with the attitude a daughter should have.

How was she supposed to do that?

"She is your mother, you—"

Destiny's emotions were stirred up, and she was about to say something when Hayley raised her hand to interrupt her.

She maintained her usual grace and elegance. "It's alright. Veronica needs time to accept me. I understand. As she said, it's late, so I'll go back first." Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Madam Hayley, you should stay here tonight. The hidden clan has been restless lately. There mustn't be any mishaps," Mateo, who had been silent all this time, suggested.

"Yes, Mateo is right. Many people in the hidden clan have been eyeing you, waiting for an opportunity to strike. You must be safe at a time like this."

Crayson sighed and added, "Stay here for the night."

The loft had three floors, and it had a front building and a rear building. There were many guest rooms available.

"This... Are you sure that's okay?" Hayley hesitated. But when she spoke, she looked at Veronica as if seeking her opinion.

Veronica ignored her and turned to walk upstairs.

She had no mood to act like she and Hayley were close...

She was not interested!

"Don't be angry. Veronica is stubborn, but deep down, she is kind and sensible. Since she came to the hidden clan, she hasn't had many chances to meet you. It will take some time for her to accept this. Don't take it to heart."


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