At that moment, Robert would narrow his eyes, his chest rising and falling with visible irritation. He slowly turned to face Victoria, folding his arms, his voice calm but laced with something sharp. "Tell me, Victoria… have you completely lost your manner of words? Or is this how you've been trained to talk to your elder brother now? As if we are somehow mates?"
His voice echoed in the quiet room, cold and deliberate. "Because from where I'm standing, it's not just disrespect that's coming out of your mouth it's pure arrogance. And it's honestly starting to show that I should be pitying the man who's going to marry you. I mean, truly pity him. You might be my younger sister, yes, but let's not pretend truth doesn't need to be told where truth is due."
He shook his head slowly, his tone turning even more pointed. "You don't have manners, Victoria. You think too highly of yourself. Way too highly. That attitude of yours it's not pride, it's poison."
