"Why are you so cruel to me?" The older lady continued weeping while muttering in a whisper with her face still covered with both her hands. "I don't ask much but your virtue as a lady…"
Suddenly, she removed her hands from her face, looking straight at her daughter, who stood like a statue with her eyes downcast. As her breath raged, she turned her head swiftly to the duke who stood in a daze in the doorway. She stated in a loud voice,
"I can't accept this, John! Phillip has to take responsibility! He has to marry Valerie!" Her tone was firm, giving no chance to refute it. Her demeanor was agitated, with a hint of trembling, clearly showing a sign of indescribable anger.
"I have never touched her. What responsibility do you demand?" Phillip's lazy voice that carried a hint of calmness followed suit, in contrast to the tone of anger that demanded his responsibility for marrying the lady that lay on his bed a few moments ago.
