“Richard, why make a big deal over a woman? Let’s do this - you sit down, and we’ll talk. Bring some tea for Richard.” Simcha’s voice softened a bit, and he spoke seriously. Richard snorted coldly, pulled out a chair, and sat in the main hall. Edric and his brothers stood behind him, carefully guarding Dulcie to prevent any misfortune from befalling her. Theophilus had warned them he would arrive soon. Before he arrived, they couldn’t allow any harm to come to Dulcie. “Richard, I can show you some respect and not make things difficult for you, but this woman named Dulcie must stay here. Even if I have to pay compensation, she must be ruined!” Simcha spoke with malice, determined to help his son and nephew vent their anger. Richard coldly stared at Simcha, about to say something, when suddenly a figure in a windbreaker appeared before him, frightening him. Theophilus had arrived silently. Just like that, he stood in the Jones’ main hall, his face not revealing any emotion. “Who a
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