Nathan narrowed his eyes, gestured, and a bodyguard stepped forward, seized my shoulder, and kicked my knee. I fell before Victoria with a heavy thud. Before I could even bow, whispers erupted:
"Look, the dignified Wallace heiress kneels to a mistress! What a shame to all women!"
"Truly, she'd be better off dead. Living like this is humiliating." "If William Wallace saw this, he'd be furious in his grave." I tilted my head, eyes bloodshot, glaring at Nathan.
"Nathan, have you forgotten the vow under the oak tree?" He grabbed my chin fiercely.
"Catherine, I haven't forgotten. It's you who has been ruthless, insisting on driving Victoria and her children away. Today, I must teach you a lesson." Then he slammed my head to the floor, blood trickling down my forehead, seeping into my eyes, blurring everything.
Just as he was about to strike again, a thin figure rushed in and punched him hard across the face.
"Don't bully my sister!" Through my haze, I saw my younger brother, Samuel, trembling as he stood protectively before me.
Nathan steadied himself, wiped the blood from his lip, and glared coldly.
"Move."
"No!"