Chapter 1448: Pitiful Women
While Orion and Hilda took another step forward in their relationship, a certain aborigine woman—one who had been in between them—felt like she was facing a death sentence.
Her eyes were red and her body gave off a tired aura from crying so much the previous night.
They had to use very expensive makeup—bought from a very distant City, brought here by the City’s Post Office—to cover up the signs.
It was not helping that a hateful woman was chattering right next to her ear.
"Sigh, my dear daughter, you shouldn’t look like this is a curse. This alliance will help us out so much," she said, looking at her as if she were an elder. "You must be perfect."
Octavia looked at the woman in front of her. She was young and beautiful, her brilliant red hair cascading down her shoulders. The way she touched her bulging belly made her appear especially gentle, like someone destined to be a mother.
"You are not my mother, Enala," she snapped back, though the woman didn’t seem to mind. Rather, she just gazed at her as a misbehaving kid and it irked her very much.
Enala Trion, his father’s favorite wife, was decades younger than he was. She remembered the young girl going after her, showering her with admiration. ’I’m going to be just like you when I grow up, Lady Octavia,’ she said, always running to her whenever they were in the same space.
Cut to the current scene where the gentle woman had the air of confidence—no, arrogance—for becoming someone above her.
It grated on Octavia’s nerves, and it wasn’t helping the disgust she was feeling for what was to come.