The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 467

467.Chapter 467

But Eliza shook her head. “I’m sorry, Lord Dale, but I can’t give you something that belongs to the Padilla family.” Eliza shook her head.

Dale was a bit disappointed that he couldn’t get the painting he wanted, but he didn’t get angry. He gave a faint smile. “It’s alright. We owe you anyway.”

Whether it was the initial broken engagement or everything that followed, the Marquis’s estate had gone too far.

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Eliza didn’t respond to him directly. Instead, she said, “However, as a way to make up for it, I have some news for you.”

“News? What kind of news?” Dale was puzzled.

Eliza smiled faintly and whispered something that no one around could catch, no matter how hard they strained to listen.

Dale looked thoughtfully at Caleb, and perhaps at Sophie, who was covered in a veil beside him. “Should I call you Sophie, or Mrs. Nevill?” Finally, it was Eliza’s turn. She sat back in her seat, her gaze falling lightly on Sophie as she asked the question.

Underneath the veil, Sophie had no idea who was watching her or why. To her, it was all the same–a crowd of spectators and performers.

And now, it was Eliza’s turn to take the stage.

Sophie clenched her hands tightly. After a brief pause, she tore the veil off her head in one swift motion.

“Sophie, what are you doing? Put the veil back on, now.”

Caleb reached out, trying to grab the veil from her hands.

Sophie, still not fully grasping the situation, let out a cold laugh. “Your Grace, you claim to be here to deliver a gift, but it doesn’t seem entirely so.”

Eliza hadn’t intended to collect debts for that person. She only reluctantly spoke up, considering the previous Basque Cheesecakes she had received.

After she spoke, Sophie’s initially provocative expression froze. ‘Damn it, I forgot about this,‘ she thought to herself. Unable to deny it, Sophie gritted her teeth and said, “It’s just a measly 3,500 dollars. I’ll give it to you.”

‘Damn Dylan, making such a fuss over such a small amount of money,‘ Sophie thought to herself.

Eliza shook her head. “I’m afraid that’s not the case. He doesn’t want your 3,500 dollars; he wants his 3,500 dollars. Nothing else will do.”

Sophie was almost furious. “Money is money. What’s the difference?”

‘Those dirty coins? I don’t care about them at all. I threw them into the gutter a long time ago, Sophie thought to herself.