Raina North peeked out from behind Elias Hawthorne: "That’s right, we’ve been married for a while now. According to the rules, you should call me the lady of the Lord of the Dark Tower." "In your dreams!" Claire Lowell’s voice rose sharply: "I will never admit it!" Raina’s pink lips curved slightly as she said calmly: "You’re just the daughter of the former Lord of the Dark Tower, not Nameless’s biological mother. My marriage to him doesn’t need your consent." After a pause, she added, "Even if you were her biological mother, it wouldn’t matter. There are no laws in the world that require a biological mother’s consent for two people to get married." "You!" Claire was on the verge of losing it, her already somewhat disheveled face twisting with rage. Raina raised an eyebrow: "Me? Did I say something wrong?" "Nameless!" Claire stomped her foot, both angry and annoyed: "Are you just going to let this woman humiliate me ?" "She is not ’this woman’; she is my wife." Elias tightly clasped Raina’s hand in his palm: "And, she’s not wrong." "Nameless!" Tears of anger rolled down Claire’s face, yet she couldn’t bear to say a harsh word to Elias. Seeing Raina holding hands with Elias, her sanity snapped: "I will kill you!" With that, she charged at Raina in a fury. Ragnar Raines quickly instructed the butler: "Stop her immediately!" The butler didn’t dare delay and quickly held Claire back. "Don’t stop me!" Claire shouted: "Let me tear apart that little bitch!" "Enough, Clara! Calm down!" Ragnar’s face darkened, his voice severe: "No more drama! You’ll make your uncle angry again." Claire barely managed to control herself, but was so upset that tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. Watching Claire cry so pitifully, Ragnar felt a deep pang of empathy: "Why cry? Even though your father is gone, you still have me, your uncle. I definitely won’t let anyone bully you easily. Don’t worry, I will stand up for you." "Uncle." At Ragnar’s words, Claire couldn’t hold back anymore and rushed into his embrace, sobbing as if she had suffered endless grievances. Raina watched all this unfold, feeling incredibly speechless. How could this Miss Lowell manage to look so pitifully wronged? She was the one who showed up stirring trouble, the one who acted rashly causing harm, and afterward, she showed neither guilt nor remorse. If anyone should feel aggrieved, it certainly shouldn’t be her. Yet, the one who cried inconsolably, refusing to back down, was still Claire Lowell. Perhaps this is the so-called fearlessness granted to the favored. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 But I am not anyone to this Miss Lowell, and there’s no reason to indulge her. Raina turned to Elias: "Let’s go back." "Alright." Elias took Raina’s hand and prepared to leave. Ragnar watched the scene unfold, darkness flitting across his eyes. Now he had seen for himself: Nameless openly being intimate with another woman, completely ignoring Clara’s existence. Who knows how much she has suffered when he wasn’t watching. No wonder Clara was so upset; she must have endured great grievances. Yet Ragnar, ever composed, showed no sign of his thoughts. He smiled at Elias: "Nameless, I have watched you grow all these years. I think you should reconsider carefully. After all, your engagement with Clara was personally arranged by my late brother. Now, you’ve inherited the position of Lord but refuse to fulfill the engagement. I’m afraid that if others find out, they’ll accuse you of being ungrateful, which could destabilize people’s trust."