The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call



Chapter 1807 I Am Afraid

Everyone was rendered speechless by Dalton's action. He spoke with the same nonchalant demeanor as always. His eyelids lifted slightly, his actions casual, and his face so handsome and noble that it seemed like none of this was a big deal to him.

Feradach sucked in a sharp breath as the four of them instinctively turned their gazes

toward Brenda. Dalton had boldly said what they had all been thinking! They, too, thought the stuff in the bowl was filthy, but they hadn't dared say it out loud.

They believed it was over now. Even they didn't want to fight, they'd have to-and they were no match for her!

Sure enough, Brenda's expression twisted into something terrifying in an instant. Her face was suddenly half-covered in blood, and her voice was bone-chillingly sinister. "What did you say? You think what I made is filthy?"

"He's young and doesn't know any better," Feradach said, trying to smooth things over." Right, Wynter?" He didn't forget blink furiously at her, signaling her to rein in her boy

toy.

Unfortunately, Dalton didn't appreciate his efforts and even found the behavior a bit foolish. He glanced at Brenda, his brow slightly furrowed. He then tilted his head, regaining a bit of his youthful air as he turned to Wynter. "This cultivator is wrong. Everything here is filthy. Don't touch or eat any of it."

Feradach couldn't believe what he was hearing. Couldn't Dalton see he was covering for him? Was he trying to get himself killed?

"Wynter!" Feradach's voice cracked as he shouted. "He's your responsibility. Do something!

Wynter finally moved, propping her chin on her hand. She shook her head exasperatedly, though her tone was indulgent. "Don't worry, I didn't touch or eat anything, but you can't just go around breaking people's bowls. You'll have to pay for it."

"Oh?" Dalton glanced back at Brenda after hearing Wynter's words. "How much for the bowl? I'll pay you."

But the bowl wasn't the point.

Brenda's face was still dripping with blood, her chest heaving, as if she had never been so insulted. Her expression was terrifyingly dark. "You must have a death wish!"