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Chapter 124 How Dare He?

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Geoffrey didn’t return until dinner, and Clark had planned to speak to him beforehand and announce his decision

during the meal. However, as soon as Geoffrey arrived, Prudence instructed the servants to prepare the meal.

Isolde, unusually, cout to join the dinner tonight, as she usually ate in private in the Pearl Tower. Clark

noticed her presence and appreciated it-she was here to give him courage.

When Geoffrey saw Isolde, he was somewhat surprised but didn’t say anything. Nicole wasn’t feeling well and

stayed in, so apart from her, everyone was present.

Matilda and Michelle had been unusually low-key recently-quiet, avoiding conflict, and attending to Prudence.

Every morning and evening, they made sure to offer their respects to her, and they sat by her side during meals,

serving her food.

Serving food had always been Matilda's task since she first entered the household, and after Prunella’s death, it

was still her duty as long as Prudence was in the household.

Tonight, the kitchen had prepared fish, and Prudence, who loved fish, had requested it. This caused Matilda a bit

of trouble, as she had to carefully remove the bones, especially from the carp, which had many sharp spines.

After picking out a good piece, she placed it in Prudence’s bowl. Prudence took a bite and simply said, “Not bad.”

Matilda had to keep going, picking out more bones, all while the others were nearly done with their meal. She

hadn’t even taken a single bite herself.

Finally, after Prudence put down her fork, Matilda felt relieved and picked up her own fork to eat. But just then,

Priscilla suddenly said, “Please put sof the ribs in front of me. | can’t reach them from here.”

Matilda was furious. It was bad enough she hadn't eaten yet, but now, they were treating her like a servant. She

glared at Priscilla, who smiled innocently but with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. “Sorry to trouble you, dear

sister-in-law.”

Matilda's hand trembled as she picked up her fork. Michelle, sitting next to her, remained impassive-she wasn’t

going to cross Priscilla, especially not when she was hoping for a chance to rise again through Prudence’s and

Priscilla’s favor.

With a quick motion, Matilda placed the plate of ribs in front of Priscilla and said, “You like these? Here, have

them.”

Isolde had been quietly watching, and when she saw that the others had mostly finished, she figured it was time

for Clark to speak up. This wasn’t their first tseeing these two women bicker. She knew that if the tension

kept building, it might ruin Clark’s chance to speak.

Priscilla, irritated, muttered, “You've already brought it over, what's Matilda still eating for?”

Isolde, not one to back down, swiftly loaded her fork with sfood and placed it in Priscilla’s bowl, then

returned the ribs to Matilda's side. “Anything else you'd like, Priscilla? Ill serve you,” Isolde said with a cold

smile, slamming the fork down on the table.

Priscilla was taken aback. She dared not antagonize Isolde any further and reluctantly picked up her fork. The

ribs weren't even something she particularly liked; she had only wanted to insult Matilda. However, she cast a

glance at Prudence, hoping for her to intervene.

Prudence however remained quiet staring down at her plate with a look that suggested she was full. She

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had no intention of stepping in, leaving Priscilla no choice but to begrudgingly start eating.

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Matilda, seeing the conflict simmer down, hurriedly started eating. Isolde, satisfied that things had calmed,

subtly gestured to Clark, signaling that it was tfor him to speak.

Clark nodded slightly, but just as he was about to, the servant entered with a basin for Prudence to wash her

mouth. Clark waited, patiently trying to gather his thoughts.

Once Prudence had finished, she began to rise, but Clark suddenly stood and said, “Grandmother, | have

something to say.”

Prudence looked up at him in surprise. “Say it, what's all this fuss about?”

All eyes turned to Clark as he took a deep breath, lowering his head and unable to meet anyone's gaze. “I'm

reporting to the Parliamentary Library tomorrow,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Priscilla slammed her bowl onto the table, her face drained of color as she shrieked, “Didn't we forbid you from

going? You dare defy your grandmother's orders?”

Clark froze, taken aback by Priscilla’s reaction. He stared at her, then mumbled, “I want to go.”

Priscilla turned to Prudence, glaring at her. “He won't even listen to you anymore.”

Prudence gave her a sharp glance, signaling her to quiet down, then turned her gaze to Clark. Her eyes

narrowed, voice cold, “You're not going. That's final.”

There was no question, no negotiation. It was an absolute command.

Clark had thought, at worst, Prudence would be angry and perhaps ask about his reasoning, but he never

expected her to be so resolute. His heart sank as he sat back down, trying to make one last stand. “I really want

to go. | just want to try. If it doesn’t work, I'll give up and cback.”

Prudence looked at him with disappointment in her eyes. “I gave you the capital for the shop, took you to see it.

And now, all of that was wasted.”

Clark's head dropped. He had nothing more to say. His attempts to fight back had reached their limit.

Isolde could see the progress in Clark, though. He was at least standing up for himself more than before.

Just as she was about to speak, Geoffrey spoke up, his voice full of surprise. “The Parliamentary Library is a good

opportunity. Why don’t you go?”

Clark immediately looked up, hope and gratitude shining in his eyes as he met Geoffrey's gaze.

But Prudence, with a cold voice, interjected, “The Langley family cannot allow a second illegitimate son to

surpass the legitimate heirs.”

At her words, the room fell silent.

Geoffrey's face drained of color as he stared at his mother. He knew her words were harsh, especially at this

critical moment, but she had to stop Clark from going. If Clark succeeded, Braden would be forced to live under

Geoffrey's shadow.

Prudence knew that once she made this statement, Geoffrey would stay silent.

Sure enough, Geoffrey smiled weakly and said, “I have business to attend to. Please enjoy your meal.”

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With that, he stood and left the table.

Isolde glanced at Clark, thinking he would have to give up now. With the situation so dire, surely he wouldn't

dare to speak again.

But to her surprise, Clark’s words hit her like a thunderbolt.

With firm determination in his eyes, Clark looked directly at Prudence and said, “Whether you oppose or support

it, | am going to the Parliamentary Library.”

And with those words, he stood and left the table, walking out with unwavering resolve. Isolde could hardly

contain her excitement. Finally, someone with the courage to defy Prudence!

Priscilla, enraged, slammed her bowl on the floor. “Rebellious! This is outrageous!” she cried.

Prudence’s face turned pale, but she remained silent, motioning for the old maid to help her stand and leave.

Matilda and Michelle, however, stayed behind, leisurely finishing their meal, as if waiting to watch the

unfold.

Braden, visibly angry, muttered under his breath, “Who does he think he is, going to the Parliamentary Library?”

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