Her voice held no trace of anger, yet it was tinged with a chilling coldness. "Just listen to the nonsense coming out of your mouth. The Lowe Family has a long lineage of court officials; we are a renowned and noble clan. Even if you were born of a concubine, you should still conduct yourself like a well-bred lady from a prestigious family. To be constantly speaking of men... you're worse than a common village woman. Have you no sense of shame?"
Unlike Crystal Kenwood's previous angry tone, these words carried no hint of questioning or blame, delivered instead in a soft, measured cadence. It was like a wisp of light smoke that a gust of wind could scatter without a trace. Yet, it was also like a fine thread, endlessly wrapping around Crystal Kenwood's neck, threatening to suffocate her the moment she tried to struggle free.
