“As Vincent’s mother, I refuse this woman as his wife. She is unfit to become a Blackthorn.” Claudia proclaimed, breathing heavily with both her hands on the table.
“Oh goodness…” Harold sighed, shaking his head in embarrassment. He hoped she would have outgrown this behavior by now.
“Sit down, Claudia. No one asked for your opinion.” Vincent grunted, rubbing his head in a similar manner to his grandfather whom he shared a resemblance.
No matter how much Ariana looked at it, she couldn’t help but notice that Vincent shared no resemblance to his mother. She wondered if there was more to it.
Claudia turned to Vincent with wide eyes, finding his words disrespectful, especially with the presence of a strange woman.
“Vincent! How dare you speak that way to me? And in front of this woman? H
