Barnard was busy calculating their next escape route and had zero patience to deal with Davina.
Even when her words fell on deaf ears, Davina didn't miss a beat. "My family were honest farmers for generations. How did we inexplicably become criminals? Barnard, this has to be a misunderstanding, right? We'll clear our names soon, won't we? Otherwise, I won't even know how to face the Blair ancestors."
Laura, who had lived a life of pampered luxury, had remained completely silent, not uttering a single word of complaint.
But hearing Davina's incessant whining pushed her over the edge. "Will you shut up already?! We're already in this situation. Nobody wanted this to happen.
"Barnard is trying to figure out a way to get us out of here. Can you stop adding to his stress?"
"How am I adding to his stress? Barnard was the one who promised I'd live in luxury! He said he'd never let me suffer again!
"I was never this miserable back home! Now you're forcing me to sleep in a rundown shack, and I can't even complain about it?
"And these clothes! They're soaking wet! How are we supposed to wear them?
"At the very least, can we go buy some dry clothes?
"I saw people selling things outside earlier. Is it a crime to go buy a decent meal?" Davina snapped back.
Barnard, who had remained silent the entire time, finally looked up. His pitch-black pupils locked onto Davina. After a long pause, his tone surprisingly softened. "You're right, Davina. It's my fault for not thinking it through. We really can't eat this food. How about this? You go out, buy yourself a nice meal, and pick up some dry clothes for us."
"Just me? You're not coming with me?" Davina asked, momentarily confused.
Barnard replied, "I think I strained my wound while swimming earlier. It hurts too much to move right now. Mom will stay here to look after me. You go eat first, and we'll eat later."
If this had been the past, Davina would have thrown herself at Barnard, showering him with concern to prove her loyalty.
But after Barnard's attempt to abandon her, his blatant desire to get back together with Camilla, and their current miserable circumstances, Barnard's image was no longer as grand or untouchable in Davina's heart. She had absolutely no desire to act like a loyal dog begging for his favor.
Hearing that Barnard's wound hurt, she simply frowned. Since she had no intention of staying behind to serve him, she quickly turned and left.
Laura cursed angrily, "What kind of person is she? She claims to be from a poor family, but now she's acting like a pampered princess. She's completely spoiled.

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