Two Reborn, One Throne novel Chapter 153

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"Mister, we are in the twenty-first century, yet you're still living in the Dark Ages. So what if Xanthe can't have kids? How does that humiliate the Sutton family?" Amber shot back sharply.

Damien's face flushed with embarrassment. "What does a little kid like you know? A woman who can't bear children is a disgrace! It's an absolute humiliation!"

One of the women in the crowd scoffed, "Do you have a royal throne to pass down? Who cares if she can't have kids? Without her taking care of you, would you even be alive today? Ungrateful? The Sutton family takes the cake for that."

"Oh my god, I thought she committed some heinous crime. A brother beats his sister half to death just because she's barren? This is the most ridiculous thing I've heard all year. Look at how you act—you're just bottom-feeders. A brother who doesn't protect his sister and airs her medical privacy in public? Wow, your family rules are *so* impressive."

"I spit on you! It's downright shameful. Is it solely her fault she can't have kids? If you ask me, did you even take her ex-husband to the doctor to get checked? And what's even funnier is she's only been here a few days, waking up at the crack of dawn to sell boxed lunches. Stealing men? Ruining families?"

"Stop making a fool of yourself. The guy Loretta set her up with is standing right in front of you, and his daughter is here too! Arthur, when did you get married without telling the neighborhood?"

"You didn't even ask for the truth before throwing punches. I can completely picture it now: you used the excuse of keeping her from 'embarrassing' the family just to exploit and enslave her! Because she's barren, you felt perfectly justified making her serve your family for fifteen years."

"I spit on you! I've seen disgusting people, but never anyone this revolting. You enslaved her for fifteen years without a single word of gratitude, acting like it's your God-given right. Is your face made of gold?"

"It must be made of iron, seeing how thick-skinned he is. Look at this guy, neighbors! His family does something this vile, and he still acts so self-righteous. So mediocre, yet so confident."

"I spit on you!"

Damien's face turned into a colorful kaleidoscope, flashing from red to pale white. The neighbors helped Xanthe up and stood in a protective line. "Don't be afraid of him, Xanthe. The barefooted don't fear the shoed! With a family like that, you should be begging them to kick you out of their registry. You can't afford to serve them."

"Exactly! What decent woman would marry into a family like that? Anyone who would isn't a good person either. You have your own two hands, working hard to sell lunches. Why let these bloodsuckers ruin you?"