"I won't tolerate it anymore, Grandmother." I stared directly into Dowager Duchess Annelise Thorne's eyes, my voice firm despite my weakened state. The lingering fever had left me physically drained, but my resolve remained unshakeable. "You've crossed a line."
The Dowager drew herself up, clutching her ornate cane tighter. "I've crossed a line? I merely speak the truth that no one else dares to tell you."
"Truth?" I scoffed, my patience wearing dangerously thin. "Your so-called 'truth' is nothing but thinly veiled criticism of my wife."
Isabella stood beside me, her hand in mine. I could feel her tension, though her face remained composed. I squeezed her fingers gently.
"Isabella, darling," I said, my tone softening as I looked at her. "Would you give my grandmother and me a moment alone?"
Her green eyes met mine, concerned. "Are you certain you're well enough?"
"Quite certain." I brought her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
