Chapter 71
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and sauntered over to Elara, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Mom, can we just drop it? I was only joking! Maybe Ms. Russell really got tricked!"
"No way! A bet's a bet!" Elara snapped, clearly annoyed.
At the Tudor family dinner, could they really let Elizabeth get pushed around?
Besides, that awful woman was always trying to seduce Alexander, tearing his family apart. Elara had to put Esme in her place!
Elara was firm. Elizabeth shot Esme a helpless look, as if to say, "I tried."
For the first time, Elizabeth found playing innocent so satisfying!
Esme swallowed hard, clutching her dress tightly.
Kneeling here to polish Elizabeth's shoes felt like being stripped naked!
This was pure humiliation!
Elizabeth, that witch!
If given the chance, she will make Elizabeth pay for today's actions!
Esme glanced towards the hall entrance. Where was Alexander?
Was she really going to have to kneel to Elizabeth today?'
"What are you looking at? Waiting for Alexander to save you? I'm telling you, Alexander isn't coming today!" Elara said sharply.
Esme looked up, her eyelashes trembling. 'What? Alexander wasn't coming?'
He said he was busy tonight and would be late! But he didn't say he wouldn't come!
Esme was frantic, tears streaming down her face.
Everyone in the room was staring at her, their gazes growing more intense.
Esme had never felt so humiliated!
It was all William's fault! His terrible idea of bringing inferior saffron to the birthday banquet!
Esme regretted it deeply now.
But when she looked at Elizabeth, she felt more jealous than anything else!
Why did Elizabeth get the saffron? Why!
"Are you going to kneel or not? Stop wasting everyone's time!" Elara glared at Esme, clearly disliking her.
Esme choked back her sobs, her eyes filled with tears.
No one around would help her, and Alexander wasn't coming.
If she didn't kneel, she wouldn't be able to leave tonight!
Esme closed her eyes, approached Elizabeth, and immediately knelt down.
At that moment, a furious shout came from outside the door. "Elizabeth! What are you doing!?"
Everyone in the room turned to look at the door and saw Alexander striding in, dressed in a black suit.
He took off his jacket and quickly came to Esme's side. He knelt on one knee, covering Esme with his jacket.
Then he looked at Elizabeth with anger and shouted, "Elizabeth, this is Grandma's birthday banquet, and you made Esme kneel to you?"
Elizabeth paused, stunned by Alexander's sudden outburst.
Alexander held Esme, helping her to stand up.
Esme immediately burst into tears, hugging Alexander and crying, "Alexander!"
Alexander gently stroked Esme's back and glared angrily at Elizabeth. He reproached her in an icy tone, ""
Alexander's voice grew colder with each word.
Elizabeth opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but in the end, she remained silent.
Her explanations were always useless; in the end, it was just a waste of breath.
Elizabeth smiled faintly, lowered her eyelashes, and had nothing to say.
