"If you keep making a fuss like this, I’m the one who’s embarrassed, not you." Anger flashed across Darren Heath’s face as he forcefully dragged her upstairs, ignoring her struggle.
"Darren Heath, let go of !"
"Are you crazy? Let go, I don’t want to go upstairs."
"Darren Heath, you bastard, let go of ! I’ve done nothing wrong; everything I did was for the good of this family. Why don’t any of you trust ? You keep that scapegoat, and it will only drag the Heath family down; you’ll regret it."
"Let go of , let go of ..."
Lady Octavia had lost all her dignity, screaming and struggling with all her might.
Her neatly combed hair bun had co undone in her struggle.
Her disheveled hair and the crazed expression on her face stunned the maids.
Lady Octavia looked so terrifying.
Just like a madwoman.
Seeing Lady Octavia’s appearance, Madam Heath furrowed her brow even more and shook her head in disapproval. "What a disgrace, what a disgrace! The Lady of the Heath family acting like an ordinary shrew, making a scene. Luckily there are no outsiders here, otherwise, our family’s reputation would be completely ruined!"
"How did she beco like this?"
Madam Heath’s words were filled with dissatisfaction and anger: "This is all because of Darren’s indulgence. I’ve told him before that loving your wife should have boundaries; otherwise, these pampered won will only beco more and more unreasonable."
"If he had listened to earlier, would it have co to this?"
When Madam Heath said this, she glanced at Joanna Lawrence and Aria Rowlett with a warning look in her eyes.
Although she was scolding Lady Octavia,
Her words seed to be a warning to others as well.
She had seen how much her two grandsons adored their wives.
Although her two granddaughters-in-law had not shown any signs of being unreasonable so far and appeared obedient, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t end up like Lady Octavia, and that would be disastrous.
The Heath family already had one Lady Octavia.
They couldn’t afford to have a second or third one.
Thinking about this, Madam Heath’s expression beca serious. She looked sternly at the two couples before her and said in a tone that was both a reminder and a warning, "Brandon, Ashton, take your parents as a warning and never let Aria or Joanna beco like Octavia. I’m old and don’t ask for much; I just want to live peacefully. If there are such scenes in our ho every now and then, my old bones can’t take it."
"I don’t ask for you to be overly filial to , just give so peace and quiet, and I’ll be satisfied."
"Grandma." Brandon Heath’s eyes drooped, and he spoke softly, "What are you talking about? I believe that both Aria and Joanna are sensible girls, and the things you’re worried about will never happen."
"You shouldn’t worry too much and take care of your health. There are many more days of happiness ahead for you."
"That’s right," Ashton Heath also spoke up, "Grandma, once my sister-in-law gives birth to the child in her womb, you’ll have a little great-grandchild to hold, won’t you? In a year or two, Joanna and I will also give you another little great-grandchild. By then, you may have so many great-grandchildren to hold that you can’t do it all."
"Why are you so focused on the bad things? You should think more about the happy things."
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