Aunt Eve glared with her bright crimson eyes at Arabella, gritting her teeth almost to the point that it was about to crush into dusts.
But despite the glaring, Arabella faced the woman's eyes without an expression of fear, not even the slightest hesitation.
After all, she had have enough.
Enough was enough.
Cassius now had rose to the throne, he was about to become a King. The last thing he should worry was to keep a family member who are thirsty for his throne.
Though she could tell that there was some semblance of affection from Lady Genevieve to Cassius, her lack of effort to protect Cassius from her own son spoke of how dangerous she was if no one put her in place.
Without a leash, Aunt Eve was venom waiting for flesh.
Cassius would not move against Aunt Eve, at least not now. And when he would do it, she knew he would simply put his aunt to death rather than trying to put her in her place.
