“Fidelia is young, easily swayed by others. She was clearly in the wrong this time, and I’ll make sure to have a serious word with her.”
Before Fidelia could even react, Fowler was already reaching for her arm, ready to whisk her away.
“Stop right there.”
Suddenly, Bancroft appeared, leaning heavily on his cane as he approached them.
The moment Bancroft showed up, the entire Fowler family felt as if the sky had fallen.
He might have been old, but in the Etheridge family, Bancroft’s word was absolute.
And everyone knew—whether they admitted it or not—that for years now, Bancroft had favored Lyman. It was understandable, really. In all these generations, Lyman was the first true genius to emerge from the Etheridge line, and Bancroft naturally paid him special attention.
“I know exactly what happened. And you think you can just brush it off by saying you were misled?”
Bancroft let out a cold huff and tapped his cane sharply against the floor.
Whenever Bancroft tapped his cane, the whole Etheridge family seemed to tremble.
It was clear—Bancroft was furious.
Fowler opened his mouth, wanting to defend his daughter, but the moment he met Bancroft’s piercing gaze, all the words died on his lips and he lowered his head in silence.
Fidelia, meanwhile, shrank back, barely daring to breathe, looking as fragile as a blade of grass in a storm.
“Fidelia, apologize to your sister-in-law,” Bancroft said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Fidelia’s face twisted in humiliation. She bit her lip and stubbornly stayed silent.
Marcia watched her, thinking, Silly girl—why are you still being stubborn now of all times?
She tugged discreetly at Fidelia’s sleeve and whispered, “Fidelia, apologize.”
It didn’t matter who was right or wrong—when the old man gave an order, you didn’t question it.
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