A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 243

“Let her go!”

Valerian lunged forward, grabbing Lisette as she struggled against Upton.

Ulysses quickly joined in to help, his face tense with urgency.

Horatio, confined to his wheelchair, could do nothing but plead, “Mr. Thorne, your child is fine, isn’t he? I think Lisette just acted on impulse. She didn’t mean any harm.

This should serve as a reminder to all of us - to be more careful when watching the children. Please, let Lisette go! She didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Not on purpose? So, what, it was intentional?” Calliope leaned casually against the doorway, eyes gleaming with scorn.

Of course. They always defended Lisette. No matter what she did, no matter how far she crossed the line, she was never truly at fault.

“Calliope, do you really have to kick her when she’s down?” Ulysses snapped, glaring at her.

“Can’t you say something to defend Lisette for once?” Valerian frowned. “She takes you as her sister. She’s never done anything to wrong you. She’s always stood up for you. Do you really want her to suffer for this?”

Calliope studied her nails, arching a brow. “She’s never wronged me? She took Baber away today just to stir up trouble between Upton and me. Are you seriously going to stand there and tell me she did that for my sake?”

“She didn’t mean to!” Ulysses’ face was flushed with frustration. “Do you have to be so ruthless?”

“Is she the one being ruthless, or is it you all?” Silas had moved behind Calliope, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. His sharp, ice-cold gaze swept over Ulysses and the others.

Silas turned away, walking back to Calliope’s side.

Calliope remained calm, playing with Baber.

Upton didn’t send Lisette to prison. But he did break her hand.

“You touched Baber with this hand,” he said coldly as Lisette screeched in pain. He barely spared her another glance, his expression icy as he looked at Horatio and the others.

Their eyes burned with fury—at Upton for punishing Lisette so harshly, at Calliope for not stepping in, for sitting there, inside the room, laughing softly as she played with Baber.