The Sinful Young Master Chapter 419: Humiliated in the public

"It stopped being private when you made it a public spectacle," Jolthar replied calmly.

He stopped a few feet away, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp.

"And from where I’m standing, it looks less like a conversation and more like harassnt."

Tyren’s face flushed darker as he stared at the young man who wasn’t even half his age. In his fit of rage, he had failed to notice the two n who were with him.

"Who the hell are you to—" He stopped mid-sentence as recognition dawned.

"Wait... You’re that baron. The one from the papers. Kaezhlar brat!!"

"I am," Jolthar confird, smirking.

"And you’re Lord Tyren Saeona, a man currently causing a scene by grabbing a woman who clearly wants nothing to do with you. How about you let go of her arm before this gets more embarrassing for you than it already is?"

The crowd had gone quieter now, sensing the shift in dynamics. Several people whispered Jolthar’s na, clearly recognizing him from recent headlines.

"This is between and my wife," Tyren insisted, though his grip on Elsona’s wrist loosened slightly.

"You have no right to interfere."

"Soon-to-be-forr wife," Jolthar corrected.

"From what I understand, the separation papers are being processed. Which ans she’s not your property, and grabbing her against her will is assault, not marital discourse."

Elsona was staring at Jolthar now, her eyes wide. She hadn’t said anything yet, but Jolthar could see gratitude mixed with curiosity in her expression.

All this ti, everybody was watching, but none dared to interfere, and they were even having a hard ti looking away from the unfolding drama. They saw it as entertainnt, seeing a lady of noble house getting shad by her husband.

There is a cruel truth to human nature — suffering entertains more than joy ever could.

Tyren’s face twisted with anger and humiliation.

"I don’t need so upstart baron telling how to handle my own marriage. Especially not one who’s apparently collecting won like trophies. I’ve heard about your relationships with the Aravain widow and that Matriarch woman."

The crowd murmured at that comnt.

Jolthar smiled slightly—not offended, but amused.

"The difference," Jolthar said smoothly, "is that the won in my life choose to be there. They’re with because they want to be, not because legal docunts force them to tolerate my presence."

He took a step closer. "Can you say the sa? Because from where everyone here is standing, it looks like Lady Elsona is trying very hard to get away from you."

Several people in the crowd nodded or made sounds of agreent.

Tyren’s face twisted with ugly expressions as he felt anger rising in him. He was losing the public opinion battle, and he clearly knew it. He wanted to make fun of Jolthar but instead he was the one getting

"This is none of your concern," Tyren repeated, but his voice had lost its confident aggression. He was on the defensive now.

"You made it everyone’s concern when you decided to have this argunt in the middle of a public street," Jolthar replied.

He looked directly at Elsona, his expression softening. "Lady Elsona, are you here by choice, or would you prefer to leave?"

Elsona found her voice, which ca out steadier than Jolthar expected given the circumstances.

"I would very much prefer to leave."

"Then I suggest you release her," Jolthar said to Tyren, his tone still calm but carrying an edge now. "Imdiately."

Tyren’s hand tightened on her wrist reflexively — a last petty assertion of control.

"And if I don’t? What are you going to do, attack in front of all these people?"

"I won’t need to," Jolthar replied.

"I’ll simply stand here and let everyone watch you continue to restrain a woman against her will. Let them see exactly what kind of man you are. I imagine the story will spread through the capital by evening—how Lord Tyren Saeona publicly harassed his estranged wife and had to be shad into releasing her by a stranger."

The threat was subtle but devastating.

Tyren was already a subject of gossip due to his gambling and failures. Having this incident beco common knowledge would destroy what little reputation he had left. It was all already a ss and making the headlines tomorrow won’t make his image better.

Tyren’s face went through several expressions — rage, humiliation and impotent fury. He knew that he couldn’t win against Jolthar as he was stronger than him. Obviously, Tyren was aware of that fact. He looked around and noticed that people were staring at him with a very judgntal gaze, and Tyren didn’t like that.

Then, finally, his hand opened and he released Elsona’s wrist.

She imdiately stepped back, rubbing the red mark his grip had left.

"This isn’t over," Tyren said, trying to salvage so dignity.

He looked at Elsona and pointed his finger at her and continued saying, "The separation won’t be finalized. I’ll contest it. I’ll drag this out for years if I have to."

"You do that," Elsona said quietly, her voice carrying more strength now.

"My solicitors are better than yours, and my family’s resources are far greater. But if legal battles make you feel important, by all ans, continue."

She turned away from him, clearly dismissing him as irrelevant. Her eyes went to Jolthar, and for a mont, they simply looked at each other.

Jolthar saw intelligence in those eyes, and pain poorly hidden, and strength that had been tested too many tis. And underneath it all, curiosity about this stranger who had intervened on her behalf.

"Thank you," Elsona said softly.

"You didn’t have to do that."

"I know," Jolthar replied with a slight smile.

"But watching soone be bullied by a man, even if he was her husband, wasn’t how I wanted to spend my afternoon."

He glanced at the still-gathering crowd.

"Would you like to leave this scene? We’re heading to the temple district. You’re welco to join us until you’re safely away from... this situation."