In a luxurious room, many beautiful women were gathered around a bed. Surrounding a tall, handsome man who sat at the edge of the table.
His gaze no longer left the three bedridden women. Rahu's expression softened as he saw Azaria and Ophelia breathing steadily and calmly.
"Rhaevira…what a failure of a mother you are. Couldn't even handle your own daughter," Rahu muttered, his voice. Although it sounded jesting, Vivianne and Zira could clearly feel the hidden rage beneath that facade.
Thud
Rhaevira instantly dropped to her knees, her eyes stained with tears, "I am ready for any punishment, master."
She spoke…her voice grief-stricken. Instead of stopping Azaria from rushing and giving her life so easily, she should have stopped her.
But—at that moment, shock paralyzed her and rendered her unable to act.
"Enough, we will talk about your punishment." Rahu shook his head. Honestly, Rhaevira wasn't entirely to blame, but yes, alongside Rahu, she was guilty too.
