Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 A Thorn in Her Side

Fished

“Who stole the thing Ms. Hickman, you know perfectly well!” Margaret cut in, unable to hold back.

A cold laugh escaped her. “You were the one who said the bracelet was under the tree, and there it was. And now you accuse me of stealing it and buying it there? If I really stole it, would I have told you where to find it? You’re the thief who won’t admit it, and now you’re trying to pin it on-”

“Enough.” Theodore interrupted coldly.

Myrna’s eyes grew teary. “Theodore, we grew up together. Don’t you trust my character? Since we were children, you’ve always protected me. You punished anyone who tried to hurt me. Why is it that today, when she slanders me right in front of you, you do nothing? Has she become more important to you than

I am?”

Before Theodore could reply, Myrna covered her ears in pain. “Never mind. I don’t want to hear it. I know you’re infatuated right now. Anything you say will only hurt me. But Theodore, you promised you’d never make me cry…”

With that, she stubbornly wiped her tears and ran off, her expression full of wounded pride, giving him no chance to respond.

Theodore let out a deep breath, clearly furious himself.

Margaret, surprisingly, stayed silent, her gaze fixed steadily on him.

After a moment of heavy quiet, he finally spoke, “Ignore her. It’s time to rest.”

“Since the item is found, I should be going.” Her tone was flat.

She turned to leave, but Theodore caught her wrist. “I believe you.”

Margaret pulled her hand free. “So what? She accused me to my face, right in front of you. Did you punish her?”

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“Ms. Campbell, His Highness‘ feelings are for you. He sees Ms. Hickman as a sister. Saying such things puts him in a difficult position…” Cyan interjected cautiously.

Margaret scoffed. “One sees the other as a brother, the other as a sister–all just ‘family. That makes me the only outsider here, doesn’t it?”

The truth didn’t even matter. A cheap bracelet meant nothing to me.

Myrna’s petty schemes were irrelevant. What grated was the unclear, tangled connection between Theodore and Myrna.

Even with Theodore’s explanations, a lingering discomfort remained.

With Randall just gone, Theodore’s guilt towards Myrna was at its peak.

Right now, he probably couldn’t see the truth clearly.

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Chapter 2942 A Thorn in Her Side

And even if he did, would he really punish the sole granddaughter of his savior on the very day of the man’s passing?

But that was his debt of gratitude. Why should she have to swallow this insult?

Fuming. Margaret stalked away. But just a few steps later, she spotted Myrna not far off.

The girl sat in a pavilion, her back turned, shoulders shaking as if she were weeping.

Or perhaps she was just waiting for Theodore to come running after her.

Margaret’s eyes narrowed as A silver needle appeared between her fingers.

Just as she considered teaching the insolent woman a lesson, a warm hand closed around her wrist.

Startled, she found Theodore beside her.

He must have followed her–or been right behind all along.

She tried to pull away, but his grip held firm. “I know you’re upset. But don’t be rash.”

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“When Stella displeased me, you offered to kill her without a second thought.” Margaret countered coldly. “Now Myrna targets me openly, and I can’t even strike back?”

Theodore’s hand tightened around hers. “It’s a minor issue. Not worth this…”

“Two women fighting over you–of course it’s minor to you. But she dared to-”

“Margie.” His voice softened, earnest. “My heart is yours.”

He continued, “Just give her these few days. After General Randall’s funeral, I’ll make the boundaries clear.”

The sincerity and conflict in his eyes were plain.

As she saw his genuine struggle, Margaret’s anger subsided a little. “I really did hear them whispering…”

“I believe you.” Theodore drew her into a gentle embrace. “I’ve come to know you well these past weeks.”

With a sigh, Margaret let the silver needle vanish. Fine. For Theodore’s sake, I’ll let the madwoman off this time.

And so, that night, Margaret stayed.

She lay alone in the spacious bedchamber. The courtyard next door, she’d heard, was reserved for the future Royal Consort.

On the other side was Theodore’s own quarters.

Word was that Myrna had sat in that pavilion, nursing her grievances, until midnight before finally returning to her room. Margaret simply closed her eyes, indifferent to it all.

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