Chapter 393 The carriage bound for Calstera crawled forward, all but inching along. No matter how much Ines pleaded that “your nieces and nephews are already suffering terrible psychological distress from my impatience,” Miguel completely cut off any contact between her and the coachman. All she got from him were things like, “Mm.” “Right.” “Understood.” However much mental anguish Ines...
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