Morton Manor is located in the northwest corner of the wealthy area of Chaotic City. It occupies a very large area. The gray and white architectural style is full of luxury, but the square architectural style and single color also look a bit serious and rigid.
At the beginning of the lanterns, the servants in the manor came in and out with serious expressions, their footsteps fell silently, and there was no verbal communication between them, as if they were performing a mime.
In a luxurious hall, around a long mahogany ring-shaped table, there were more than a dozen people in fine clothes sitting around. In front of each person was a fried steak with caviar on the side, but everyone's hands were well behaved. It was placed under the table, no one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing.
The crystal chandelier above lit up the oil lamp, illuminating the entire hall. Several servants stood with their hands tied, with serious expressions.
Jeffrey sat at the head of the table, his eyes swept over his wife, Denise Marquis, who was sitting next to him, and paused for a moment on his second son, Cyril, who was sitting next to his wife, with his head slightly lowered, and passed by him. The daughter-in-law fell on the eldest son Lance, who was sitting a little further away, sitting upright.
The eldest son, who was famous for his stubbornness in the chaotic city, did not dare to look at him. Jeffrey frowned and glanced at his eldest grandson Mickey, who was sitting next to him, and finally landed on the one sitting at the bottom. The girl wearing the gauze hat said with some displeasure: "If you don't have the nerve to take it off when eating, then don't sit at the table. People in the Moulton family are never afraid of other people's eyes."
Everyone's eyes turned to the girl sitting in the corner.
"Sister Gloria is probably worried that her stunning appearance will scare us. I haven't seen that beautiful sister for many years." Hetty, who was sitting next to Cyril, curled her lips and spoke with a smile. Somewhat mocking, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl looks quite pretty and wears heavy makeup.
"Yes, I remember that my sister was very beautiful when she was a child." Her twin sister Henie, who was sitting next to her, also nodded. The two of them looked almost identical and stared at the girl in the corner with burning eyes.
"No, my sister-in-law said at the time that she was naturally beautiful and would definitely be one of the most beautiful beauties in the City of Chaos when she grew up. Why can't she even dare to meet people now?" Aurora, who was sitting in the middle, said with a smile, wearing bright red lipstick. The face that had been smeared with countless amounts of white powder was even more frighteningly pale. At only thirty years old, there were already many fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
The girl wearing a gauze hat visibly stiffened, and the hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist, but she remained silent and did not speak.
The gentle-looking lady sitting next to her looked at her with some worry and anxiety, her lips moved, but she did not dare to speak.
"Father, Gloria has been accustomed to wearing gauze hats since she was a child. This is her freedom. I think you should respect her." Lance raised his head and looked at Jeffrey, meeting his eyes without any retreat. mean.
"Freedom?" Jeffrey's smile was a bit sarcastic, his face suddenly turned cold, he put his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Lance, his voice raised a bit: "I gave you what you call freedom, and then you Going to be a shabby teacher made me the biggest joke in the city of chaos. Everyone said behind my back that I, Jeffrey, had given birth to a good son. I didn’t need a good family property, but I wanted to take care of a bunch of brats. Now, do you dare to talk to me about the freedom of a girl? Women in this world are nothing more than men’s accessories! If they can’t get married, they don’t even have the value of becoming accessories.”
Cyril raised his eyes and glanced at Lance, raising the corners of his mouth, but quickly retracted his gaze, still lowering his eyes, looking obedient and obedient.
Aurora, Hetty and Henie looked at Gloria with gloating eyes, as if the woman Jeffrey mentioned had nothing to do with them.
"Teaching and educating people is a noble thing, a career I love. This is my choice and my freedom." Lance stood up suddenly, looked at Jeffrey with stern eyes, and looked back at Gloria Liya's voice rose a bit as she said: "As for women, they are not anyone's vassals. They also have their own thoughts and are capable of doing the same things as men. The world is biased against them, and We, what you call fools, want to correct the world’s wrong views!”
Gloria, who had her head lowered, suddenly looked up at Lance's side face. There seemed to be a light shining in the purple eyes under the gauze hat. His father gave up his identity as the heir of the Morton family and went to Chaos Academy. Is this the real reason for becoming an ordinary lingua franca teacher?
"Arrogant, you want to correct the world's view." Jeffrey retracted his hands and leaned on the back of the chair. Looking at the eldest son on whom he had placed infinite hope, a trace of deep disappointment flashed in his eyes, but his smile was He became more and more sarcastic, "Don't talk about correcting the world's views. If you were not born into the Moulton family, you would even spend money on your own daughter's medical treatment. Why would you correct the world?"
"Brother, my father is not in good health. Please don't make him angry." Cyril looked at Lance sincerely and said with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"I..." Lance clenched his fists, but he couldn't say any more. After a stalemate for a while, he sat back in his seat feebly. Yes, if he hadn't been born into the Moulton family, he would have How can an ordinary teacher have the money to treat Gloria?
Gloria's hands were trembling slightly, and the flame that suddenly rose in her heart became brighter and brighter. There was a kind of power running out of her soul that had been bound, and she was struggling to break free from those shackles.
Mickey stretched out his little hand with some worry and shook Gloria's hand gently. He was only ten years old and didn't know the meaning of what the adults said, but he knew that his grandpa was angry. It was best for no one to speak at this time. Otherwise, you will definitely be scolded.
"This world will never change. The Aden Chamber of Commerce will always rule the economy of the chaotic city. Rich people will always be rich people, and women are just vassals and vases after all." Jeffrey turned his gaze from Lance retracted his body, picked up the knife in front of him, and said in a low and confident voice.
Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the knives and forks in front of them.
"Grandpa, I believe what my father said. Women can do everything that men can do. We don't have to be vassals. We can do whatever we want. I will not become anyone's vassal. I will do it." An independent and free person." At this moment, Gloria, who had been silent, suddenly stood up and said in a low voice, but very firmly.
The movements of everyone's hands suddenly froze, and they all had incredible expressions on their faces. Unexpectedly, Gloria, who was usually so well-behaved that she didn't even say a word, dared to refute Jeffrey's words on the spot. This was almost unheard of in the Moulton family. Impossible things to happen.
Lance also looked back at Gloria with a surprised look on his face, as if he was meeting his daughter for the first time.
"Sorry, I'm full." Gloria said a little panicked, moved her chair and trotted out the door.
