Frederick said in a deep voice, "I didn't discipline him well before, which is why he's become like this now. I can't let him continue like this. He's right; he's the only heir of the Tudor family now, and nothing can happen to him. I need to find him a wife who matches our status, someone who can give birth to an excellent heir."
A hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. "Aveline's status is not suitable to be the Tudor family's daughter-in-law.": owner of this content.
Yvonne replied, "But I think Lucas really likes Aveline."
Frederick said, "Women with low-status value unfounded feelings the most. As long as Aveline discovers Lucas's infidelity, she will definitely demand a divorce. He does like her a lot now, but if a woman becomes too troublesome and loses her original charm, will he still like her?"
Frederick knew this well because that was how things ended between him and Lucas' mother.
Yvonne listened, her eyes briefly revealing a cold glint, but she kept her expression neutral and said, "Shall we do it tonight?"
Frederick responded, "Today is Madam Barbara's birthday banquet; we can't let such a thing ruin it. We'll find another opportunity afterward. You should also start looking for suitable candidates." Yvonne nodded. "Alright, I understand."
Frederick continued, "Let's go and check on the guests."
"Okay."
The two left the study together.
In the damp, decaying storage room, the temperature was very low.
Aveline felt extremely cold, trembling as she hugged herself.
Her phone was dead, and she couldn't contact anyone.
No one was passing by outside.
Was she going to be trapped here forever?
No, she couldn't just sit and wait for death. She had to find a way out.
Aveline gritted her teeth, standing up and looking around the room, her face pale.
The storage room had only one door and two windows one was sealed with wooden boards, and the other was blocked by a cabinet.
She walked over, tried to push the cabinet, and found it movable.
Determined, she pushed the cabinet aside. Dust filled the air, and she waved her hand to clear it. She then went to the window, opened it, and looked outside.
Outside was a forest, The edge of the forest was a wall. She lifted her skirt and climbed out. The night was as cool as water, and the dim light through the trees cast mottled shadows on her.
Once outside, Aveline exhaled a deep breath.
She couldn't stay here another moment; she had to leave.
Cautiously, she walked forward, searching for a way out.
After a few minutes, she suddenly heard a faint sound coming from around a nearby corner.
"Who's there?" Aveline asked warily.
"Help me..." The plea for help grew louder, and it was unmistakably a man's voice.
AvelinÄ™ walked over and turned the corner, spotting a door. The sound was coming from behind it. She hesitated, ready to turn and leave.
"Help me..." The voice called out again.
Aveline paused, feeling that the voice sounded oddly familiar.
She turned back and looked at the door again, noticing it wasn't locked.
Tentatively, she reached out and opened the door.
A staircase leading down appeared before her.
It was a basement. The voice was coming from there.
"Help me..." The voice echoed once more.
Aveline was sure now; she recognized this voice, and the person's identity flashed in her mind.
She just needed to see them to confirm who it was!
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