"Brother, I know I was wrong. It's all my fault—no, it's all Orlando Evans' fault! I was instigated by her. Please don't cut off my finances. If I don't have any money, how can I go out? The other heiresses will laugh me to death! Me, a young lady of the prominent Horne family, without a dime to my name—isn't that asking for my life? Brother, I beg you, please don't take back my bank cards."
A large hand mercilessly stretched out before her. Glades Horne's gaze was as cold as ice as he stared sharply at her, his lips pressed into a thin, hard line. The aura emanating from him made Adele Horne feel as if she were suffocating.
"Sister-in-law, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have tried to harm you. Please, I beg you, ask Brother to show me some mercy, okay?" Adele Horne clutched her bank cards tightly, unwilling to surrender them. Seeing Julia Bluen held protectively in Glades Horne's embrace, she hastily appealed to Julia for help.
