It felt like a scene straight out of a melodrama—complete with a wealthy matriarch offering a bribe to declare, “You’re not suited for my son.”

“Let me be blunt. You’re not a match for my son, Baroness,” Karla said coldly.

“…Ah.”

“Do yourself a favor and step away while you still can.”

Penelope’s eyes wavered, trembling like a sapling in a storm. She hadn’t expected to actually hear those words.@@novelbin@@

Her gaze instinctively dropped to the teacup sitting before Karla. For a fleeting moment, the thought of throwing its contents at the duchess crossed her mind.

‘No, that’s absurd. I’ve clearly watched too many dramas.’

Then again, wasn’t this the same woman who’d orchestrated the earlier tea spill?

‘So, she’s basically thrown tea at someone and now told me to get lost. She’s hit all the marks of the stereotypical mean mother-in-law.’

The bitterness Penelope felt made her retort before she could stop herself.

“You seem to have a lot to say about your son’s affairs.”

“If he were an ordinary son, I wouldn’t interfere. As proof, I leave my second son to his own devices.”

“Maybe you should consider taking the same approach with your eldest,” Penelope suggested, her tone sharp.

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