"Grandma, since you know how important I am, why didn't you listen to me just now and let Isabella Lindsey go?" Bertha Marley was very dissatisfied with her capriciousness and quite puzzled.
Ruth Upperton had always loathed Isabella Lindsey. How could she change so easily and help Isabella wipe away the stain?!
"Bertha, keep your voice down, if Lude hears you, be careful you might lose your life."
Ruth Upperton made a fearful face, her expression tight and scared, "Just now, in that critical moment, Lude was furious. If I didn't agree to spare that wild girl, what if he killed you? Or, if I couldn't escape either, wouldn't that be a loss?"
"...Hmm, yes..."
Bertha Marley nodded ambiguously, hearing Ruth Upperton still contemptuously refer to Isabella Lindsey as a wild girl, she felt slightly reassured.
"As long as the mountain remains, there's no fear of running out of firewood."
