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It was the oddest interaction ever. His mother outright insulted his work, and I could tell from the look on Kaye’s face that he didn’t like it.
However, it didn’t make Darcy take her words back. She seemed almost proud of her snide remarks.
"I’m sure he does take part in the family business," Kesha’s tone the second time was harsh; her voice was much deeper and raspier. Yet, she would almost chew on her words when talking.
"He does not. He spends most of his time on things that anyone can do," Darcy shrugged, gesturing for everyone to start eating. A maid was specifically standing by her side to fill up her glass of expensive wine or even refill her plate.
"That is so sad," Kesha uttered, folding her arms behind her plate and not even taking a bite as she showed interest in the topic.
"I like doing what I do," Kaye finally opened his mouth, but I felt like there could have been a much better response.
"But do you think that will be enough? Suppose you find a mate tomorrow—what will you do for her? Don’t you think your brother’s mate will feel happier because they are more successful and popular than you? You should think about all these things before choosing a path. It is not only about you but also your mates and your kids," she finally unfolded her arms from her chest and took a bite of the steak on her plate.
I noticed Sydney watching her with big eyes, almost as if he were admiring the rings and bracelets Kesha wore.
Of course, Kesha talked about Kaye’s achievements as if they were nothing because she was all about material goods.
Even the utensils used for her were made of gold. Darcy knew how to cheer her up by making her feel special. But why?
Which pack was she from, and why was Darcy so fond of her?
"I don’t think my mate will care about all that," Kaye said determinedly, but a laugh from his mother soured his mood again.
"If you keep going into the woods and spending full moons next to those poisonous trees—Goddess knows doing what—you will never find a mate. Or at least not one good enough to raise your social status and make people envious of you," Darcy seemed to pass such crude comments.
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"Actually—" Once Kaye didn’t open his mouth, I felt the urge to defend him.
Everyone suddenly fell silent while Darcy narrowed her eyes at me. It was a clear hint that I needed to shut up and not interfere.
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