Chapter 337 Crumbling Under Pressure

Isolde's voice was cold and sharp. "I must say, your words are quite astonishing. Oliver is a general, a commander of soldiers, a protector of this land. It has never been his duty to concern himself with trivial household matters. That has always been the order of things—men rule the outside world, women rule the home. Or does the Felton family not follow this principle? Tell me, when Arthur takes a concubine, does he not consult you first?" Agnes let out a slow, chilling laugh. "What a sharp tongue you have." Then, her expression turned icy. "No matter how eloquently you speak, at the end of the day, you're simply watching Cristina die without lifting a finger. Do you have no heart at all? If Cristina hadn't stepped aside, would you even be standing here today as Oliver's wife? The very fortune you enjoy was given to you by her! And now, she doesn't even ask to take your place—only to be a concubine. That is what a concubine is meant to be, after all! And yet, here you are, barely a day into this marriage, already jealous and petty. With a heart this narrow, how do you expect to ever command the Sharp family as its matriarch?"