"If you keep making a fuss like this, I'm the one who's embarrassed, not you." Anger flashed across Darren Heath's face as he forcefully dragged her upstairs, ignoring her struggle.
"Darren Heath, let go of me!"
"Are you crazy? Let me go, I don't want to go upstairs."
"Darren Heath, you bastard, let go of me! I've done nothing wrong; everything I did was for the good of this family. Why don't any of you trust me? You keep that scapegoat, and it will only drag the Heath family down; you'll regret it."
"Let go of me, let go of me..."
Lady Octavia had lost all her dignity, screaming and struggling with all her might.
Her neatly combed hair bun had come undone in her struggle.
Her disheveled hair and the crazed expression on her face stunned the maids.
Lady Octavia looked so terrifying.
Just like a madwoman.
