Chapter 1197: Who better fits the title
"Tell her that the deaths of countless people who served the Oxley Family with all their hearts are her fault. Because she’s insecure and one dumb fool, whose greed’s insatiable, and now her people are about to be massacred for... nothing."
Silence hung in the air to the point they could hear Hera’s remarks echo. Nigel, whom she was ’talking’ to, took a step back and straightened his back.
"The madam is neither foolish nor insecure. I believe she has the best interest of this family at heart. Thus, her decision, no matter how risky, is for the greater good," he remarked, defending Florence in public even when everybody knew he had been trying to stop Florence from her decision to come after the Reapers. "It is not a massacre for nothing."
"What a good dog." Hera rocked her head approvingly. "But you’re not fooling anyone here, Nigel. Defending her simply proved my point. Florence Oxley is driving this family to the ground."
Nigel intuitively gazed down while everyone around, even the servants looked at each other. Many of them grew up in the secret society and served the Oxley Family. Therefore, they could tell the difference between what this family was like before and what it was now.
At this point, it looked like Hera was simply scolding Florence for doing a terrible job. This was what Florence felt and it wouldn’t be a surprise if everyone felt the same. Her jaw tightened at the thought, glaring at Hera sharply.
"How dare you come to my house and tell me what to do with it?" she hissed, repressing her rising anger. Hera was simply pressing her nerves. She shouldn’t give her that satisfaction.
"Your house... no, Florence. It’s my mother’s." Hera shook her head. "She might not like it or want it, but it is hers."
"There’s nothing Felice owns in here."