"Boo hoo hoo."
Thinking about it, Queenie didn't know if she was too scared or just felt too wronged, but her tears suddenly fell, causing the clueless servants around to gather, soothing her with kind words and almost alerting her parents.
"And you have the cheek to cry? Apologize to Ms. Nightshade right now!"
Leonard furrowed his brow, his patience wearing thin.
He had given her an out, and if she didn't take this chance to gracefully apologize to Xanthea and seek her forgiveness, continuing to create a fuss, he feared she might not even be able to get away with it!
After all, he knew Orion's temper well; crossing his boundaries was a disaster.
Xanthea watched Queenie who had first hurled insults and then played the victim burst into tears, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Every year brought its share of oddities, but this year seemed particularly rife.
There were those who played innocent lambs to the public but were snakes behind the scenes, those who bullied others by flaunting their powerful backers, and now here was one who spoke madness and played the victim first. Seeing so many, she had inevitably accumulated some experience.
Each type of oddity required a different approach.
For instance, engaging in a war of words with Queenie would only spoil her own mood, and physical confrontation was out of the question—especially not in Marlowe Manor. Even if she detested Orion, she wouldn't ruin his business. So, the best approach was.
"It's alright, Ms. Marlowe, you don't need to apologize."
Xanthea offered a gracious smile that surprised everyone present.
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