Chapter 763

If her son were still alive, her granddaughter would be a hundred, a thousand, a million times more brilliant than that little Gonzales brat. That girl wouldn’t even be worthy of cleaning her granddaughter’s shoes.
But she had no granddaughter.
The thought brought tears to the Dowager’s eyes, a single drop rolling down her wrinkled cheek. It was all Flavia’s fault. If it weren’t for that bitch, her son would still be alive.
The grief quickly morphed into a fierce, cold hatred.
*May God grant my wish,* she prayed silently, *and let that little bastard die here in Valerium.*
Rosemary smiled. “Don’t worry, Mother. Even if she did manage to diagnose him, so what? Lance said the prescription she wrote won’t cure Brock. In fact, it will only make him worse.”
“Is that true?” The Dowager’s eyes lit up. Her prayers were being answered. If Caitlin failed to cure Brock, the Palmer family would not let her off easy. She would be torn to pieces.
“Absolutely,” Rosemary confirmed. “I asked Mr. Lance myself.”
A wave of relief washed over the Dowager. *Excellent. Truly excellent.*
“Mother, Rosemary,” Flavia said, entering the room. She looked pale, likely a side effect of the new medication. “The herbal tea is ready.”
She carried the teapot over to them, pouring a cup for the Dowager first, then for Rosemary. This was her daily routine: personally preparing tea and snacks for her mother-in-law and sister-in-law, then spending the afternoon in the chapel praying for her deceased husband. For twenty years, she had not set foot outside the castle walls. Her life was a monotonous, colorless existence.
Rosemary lifted her cup, and the sight of Flavia’s face brought back the sting of Caitlin’s insult. *That damn little bitch, how dare she
speak to me like that!* The annet
surged within her. She tightened her grip on the teacup and, without
word, flung its contents into Flavia’s face.
Flavia, taken completely by surprise, had no time to react. Before she could even process what had happened Rosemary was on her feet, pointing a finger at her you jinx, Flavia! Wasn’t it enough that you killed my brother? Now you’re trying to scald me with this boiling tea?” The most update n0vels are published on (.)net

Boiling? Flavia was stunned. She had brewed the tea much earlier and had kept it
in a thermal carafe until it had cooled to a perfectly drinkable 45 degrees.
“Rosemary, you must be mistaken,” she said, her eyes welling with tears. “The tea isn’t hot.”
“I say it’s hot, so it’s hot!” Seeing Flavia dare to talk back, Rosemary swung her hand and slapped her hard across the face.
Smack!
The sound echoed through the room. Flavia’s head snapped to the side, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. The pain was sharp, but she didn’t cry. She simply covered her cheek with her hand. She understood now Her Here sister-in-law had done it on purpose. The tea was just an excuse to hurt her.

The Dowager frowned at Flavia. “Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear Rosemary say the
tea was too hot? Go and make a fresh pot! You’re utterly useless.”
“Yes, Mother.” Flavia turned and left.
Once she was gone, the Dowager looked at her daughter. “What was that all
about? Why are you taking your anger out on her?”
Rosemary ground her teeth. “Mother, you have no idea how that little Gonzales brat treated me today!”