Even though Mrs. Wallace usually maintains her composure, in front of this priceless heirloom jewelry, which money can’t always buy, her greed beca apparent.
She was afraid Leslie wouldn’t accept it.
Moreover, being the elder, following Eastonia’s tradition, it is proper for the elder to help the youth receive betrothal gifts.
Thus, Mrs. Wallace reached out for the small velvet box.
She smiled and said to Ken Redington, "Sir Duke is too formal. Leslie is young and doesn’t understand the rules and almost wasted Duchess’s kind gesture. We will accept this gift on Leslie’s behalf. I understand this is the betrothal gift Mrs. Redington sent to our Leslie. Rest assured, when it’s ti, we will prepare a grand dowry for Leslie to ensure she marries gloriously."
Mrs. Wallace’s actions made Leslie involuntarily raise an eyebrow.
She always thought the old lady, although profit-driven and sowhat snobbish, still possessed the deanor of a wealthy family matriarch.
However, at this mont, when Leslie saw Mrs. Wallace staring greedily and hideously at the jewelry box, she finally realized that this so-called prestigious family was completely rotten from the inside out.
"No need..." Leslie’s expression cools, about to stop Mrs. Wallace.
But before she could act, Duke Redington’s cold, deep-sea-like blue eyes suddenly turned stern.
"Outrageous! Who do you think you are to touch Sylvia’s things!"
The sharp reprimand almost startled Mrs. Wallace into a daze.
Her right hand was still suspended in the air, just a fraction away from touching the small velvet box, and was suddenly halted.
The old lady’s face was bewildered, clearly stunned by the Duke’s sudden severe attitude.
Then, Duke Redington extended his hand and retrieved the box from the table.
"The Wallace family’s manners and upbringing are truly eye-opening for today." The Duke, with keen eyebrows exuding chill, was just being amicable a mont ago, appearing as a friendly in-law.
The next mont, he suddenly changed to this, leaving Mrs. Wallace, Bruce Wallace, and the others confused.
But what did they know?
Mr. Redington, who adores his wife the most, detests others randomly touching his wife Sylvia’s belongings.
This item was instructed by Sylvia to be given to Leslie, so only Leslie can receive it.
Anyone else who daringly touches it is disrespecting his precious wife’s wishes.
Additionally, as a Duke, he never held the Wallace family in high regard and, being foreign-born, cared little for the tradition of elders receiving betrothal gifts on behalf of juniors.
In Duke Redington’s view, as it was Sylvia who instructed the gift for Leslie, it must be handed to Leslie.
"Sir Duke, you’ve misunderstood, my mother didn’t an that." Bruce Wallace was the first to react, still at a loss.
Assuming Duke Redington was displeased by the old lady’s excessive greed, which brought sha, Bruce quickly apologized.
But by then, it was too late to apologize.
The old lady’s overreach, daring to touch the Duchess’s belongings, was an unpardonable offense in the Duke’s eyes.
"I didn’t misunderstand, today’s performance by the Wallace family was enlightening. If it weren’t for Leslie being well-mannered and Cesare liking her, to be frank... our Reddington family doesn’t necessarily have to be in-laws with the Wallace family."
This statent was extrely serious, causing the old lady to turn pale instantly.
Luckily, at that mont, a soft voice suddenly ca from upstairs, breaking the tense atmosphere downstairs.
"Sister... Sister, you’ve co... Xavier missed you."
A beautifully featured little boy suddenly ran forward, leaping into Leslie’s arms.
David Redington, his face darkened.
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