The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Poor Trash

With a sharp crack, the communicator shattered into pieces.

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Alessia, who’d been anxiously waiting nearby, hurried forward. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Well? What did Eliza say? When is she coming back?”

Benjamin’s chest heaved violently, his eyes blazing with fury as he ground out the words through clenche teeth. “That ungrateful brat! She’s still holding a grudge against us for sending her to the military court! She refuses to come back!”

“What?!” Alessia panicked instantly, her voice pitching higher. “T–Then what are we going to do? Commander Hewitt and his wife are coming in person in a few days to make the formal engagement offer! If Eliza isn’t even here, what will that look like? Will the Hewitts think we’ve treated her badly?”

Her words only poured fuel on the fire, and Benjamin’s face darkened until it looked ready to drip ink.

When he first learned that Elizabeth had been matched with Cristian and had become the future Mrs. Hewitt, he’d been ecstatic, convinced this was the perfect opportunity for the Schofields to latch onto the Hewitts and claw their way back into the center of power.

In the days after the news broke, plenty of people who’d once brushed the Schofields aside suddenly came smiling, showering him with flattery.

But that golden momentum took a nosedive the moment Elizabeth refused to return to the Schofields.

If Elizabeth wouldn’t come back, then their connection to the Hewitts looked illegitimate and shaky at best.

Over the past few days, he’d endured more than a few mocking remarks behind his back–people saying Benjamin had bad judgment, mistaking trash for treasure.

For the sake of reputation, he’d actually exiled his own perfectly good daughter to Garbage Planet.

Many of the forces that had just begun to cozy up to him immediately retreated into cautious distance again.

The massive emotional whiplash and the looming embarrassment finally pushed Benjamin over the edge.

He grabbed a heavy jade paperweight from his desk and hurled it straight at the antique display shelf

across the room.

Crash! Priceless porcelain shattered across the floor.

“Ungrateful daughter! That damn girl!” Benjamin roared like a trapped beast, his face twisted. “She thinks she’s all that now, that with the Hewitts backing her, she can look down on her own father! How dare she

throw a tantrum at me!”

There wasn’t a shred of fatherly affection in his eyes–only rage at being defied and madness over his threatened interests.

“Fine! Fine! She won’t come back?” Benjamin panted, his voice low and vicious. “Then I’ll send people to

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drag her back! I’ll break her legs if I have to. Let’s see how she runs then!”

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Elizabeth arrived at the recycling station in the back alley of the freight terminal, looking for the little bo who scavenged there.

Before she even got close, she heard furious shouting and a child’s cries.

A thickset man with a fleshy, brutal face was gripping the boy by the collar. With his other hand, he slapped the boy’s thin face again and again, each strike sharp and sickening.

“You little bastard! How dare you bite me!” the man snarled, shaking his arm in pain. A clear bite mark

stood out on his skin.

Humiliated and enraged, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes. He clenched a fist the size of a bowl and swun it hard toward the boy’s temple.

If that punch landed, the consequences would be unthinkable.

“Stop!”

Elizabeth’s gaze turned icy. She moved like lightning, closing the distance in an instant and seizing the man’s thick wrist.

That powerful fist, brimming with force, couldn’t move forward even a fraction under the grip of her seemingly slender fingers.

The man froze, shocked that the one stopping him was a young woman. Rage surged up. He cursed and tried to wrench free and retaliate. “Where the hell did you come from, you damn woman? Mind your own business and get lost!”

He didn’t even finish his threat before a sharp pain exploded in his wrist. The world spun.

Bang!

“Ow!”

With a clean, efficient shoulder throw, Elizabeth slammed the brute to the ground.

Before he could react, her knee was already pressed into the middle of his back, his arms twisted behind

him.

Her movements were fluid and precise. In just a few seconds, the man who’d been so arrogant moments ago was pinned to the ground like a dead dog, baring his teeth in pain and begging repeatedly, “Miss! Spare me! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

This wasn’t Garbage Planet. Elizabeth didn’t want unnecessary trouble. Her voice was cold. “Get lost.”

The brute scrambled up as if pardoned from execution, ready to bolt.

“Wait!” The little boy stubbornly called out, pointing at the man’s chest. “Give me back my things!”

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