Isadorah was completely devastated. The wind was picking up, casting grains of sand in every direction. The employees were jostling to get in or out, and suddenly, the crowd parted to let Caleb through, his anger palpable. The air was becoming oppressive. Isadorah, in tears, crawled to Caleb’s feet as if desperately begging him.— I… I… It’s not my fault… I swear… Please… Believe me…Caleb, furious, grabbed her by the throat and lifted her with one hand.— I guarantee you, if anything happens to Myriam, you will regret being alive, he growled, squeezing the poor woman so tightly that she began to suffocate and tremble.Chrysia, our mother, rushed in screaming.— Let her go, please, Your Majesty! It’s all my fault! My Lord! She dropped to her knees, praying to Caleb and pleading for his mercy. My father, as usual, supported his wife, comforting her and urging her to get up.I was a witness to a pathetic scene. Isadorah was begging, Caleb was threatening, but no one seemed to care about
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