The Rise Of The Unwanted Girl Novel - Chapter 111

Chapter 111 The entire duke's estate felt shrouded in a heavy gloom, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe. Even before the court had ended, Herry returned home with a stormy expression on his face. Burning with rage, he headed straight to Emerald House. The door flew open with a loud crash as he kicked it in, starting both Eloise and Willow, who screamed and jumped to their feet. Henry strode up to Eloise and, without a word, slapped her hard across the face.

Eloise cried out, clutching her cheek as she collapsed to the ground. Still luming, he moved to strike her again, but Willow dropped to her knees in front of him, crying bitterly and calling out, "Father, don't hit Mother! Hit me ! It's all my fault!" The word "Father" pierced Henry's heart like a needle. Looking at his this daughter's delicate, tear-streaked face, his anger softened somewhat. Willow had been raised by his own hand.

Ever since she was a child, whenever she made a mistake, she would softly call out "Father" until his fury melted away. But the mistake Eloise had made this time nearly dragged the entire family into ruin, it threatened to destroy the legacy he had spent years building. His fists clenched , his face still twisted in fury, but his voice to Willow was unexpectedly gentle: "Willow, get up." "No! I won't! It was my ideal Just punish me…" Willow sobbed , her voice trembling.

Her cries seemed to exhaust Henry. He exhaled deeply and collapsed into a chair Seeing that Henry no longer intended to strike Eloise, Willow quickly helped her up. "Mother, please get up Floise cried until she had no tears left. That slap had frozen her heart. After over twenty years of marriage, her husband had actually laid hand her. She sat silently, full of grievance. Seeing her like that only lanned Henry's anger. "You're foolish! How could you do something so immoral?

Our family is a noble household with a hundred-year legacy of scholarly virtue. How can you taint it with the stench of money?" He added, "What you've done is not different from those crooked merchants!" In their society, merchants ranked the lowest among the four social classes: scholars, farmers, artisans , and merchants Eloise kept her head bowed, eyes red-rimmed, and said nothing Eloise had been keeping her head down and eyes red, silent .