They exchanged a few glances, their faces full of confusion and bewildernt.
Even if there’s a solution now, what does it matter?
If she goes back and imdiately tattles to William Foster, wouldn’t they be the ones punished?
With this thought, an involuntary chill ran through the uncles’ hearts.
Therefore, they had no choice but to feign calmness, though they were truly uneasy inside.
Faced with Clara Bennett’s unexpected provocation, besides pretending to be powerless against her, they had no better options.
They realized that any reckless actions in such a situation would only worsen things.
After delivering those shocking words, Clara Bennett stood up calmly and said, "As the newlywed bride, I should serve tea to the elders. I wish you uncles good health, happiness, and longevity. After serving this tea, I will take my leave."
Her voice was gentle yet firm, conveying an undeniable resolve.
Afterwards, the uncles just stared blankly at her graceful silhouette gradually disappearing outside the room, until she was completely out of sight beyond the door.
Only after a while did Mr. Foster snap out of his shock, suddenly slamming the table and loudly exclaiming: "Wait a minute! Co back, and take all your weird bugs away!"
Upon hearing these words, Clara Bennett promptly took out a delicate little flute and began to play it slowly.
A lodious yet eerie tune resounded for a short while, and then so sounds of commotion ca from upstairs.
Three large, thick snakes were the first to slither down the stairs, followed closely by a swarm of nurous rats.
When they all erged before the astonished uncles, the three Foster brothers could hardly believe their eyes.
Oh my god!
What on earth is going on?
The scene unfolding before their eyes was utterly bizarre beyond belief!
At this mont, Mr. Foster was standing on the sofa, feeling dizzy and continuously shaking his head in dismay: "What kind of a lady does this..."
Mr. Foster also appeared quite helpless, even sowhat dubious, saying: "Could she possibly be a wizard from the Miao Territories!"
anwhile, the third uncle, with a face full of hopelessness, complained: "Who did we offend? Who ever heard of soone doing wrong and then so calmly threatening others? Do you really think those apple seeds can do us harm? I’m already feeling a bit lightheaded."
The second uncle promptly echoed: "We thought we could have a nice gathering today, but who knew we’d encounter such a situation. It’s like playing with our lives. I really can’t take this anymore; all I want is for it to end quickly so I can go ho."
At this point, the usually calm uncle wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to comfort them: "Let’s think positive; at least she genuinely likes William Foster, and this was not a trap set with malicious intent, indicating she truly cares about the child’s feelings."
Arthur Davis then walked in and said: "Mr. William Foster asked to inquire why you haven’t reciprocated to the Young Madam yet—is she unsatisfactory to you?"
He carefully observed the reactions of the elders, fearing one wrong word might spark unnecessary conflict.
The oldest uncle said angrily: "Was he watching the whole ti? Really heartless! In this situation, who cares about such formalities!"
His voice was filled with helplessness and anger, as if complaining about William Foster’s lack of understanding and indifference.
From Arthur Davis’s phone ca William Foster’s voice: "Regardless, my Clara cannot be wronged. You all must imdiately make it up to her."
His tone carried an undeniable determination, as if declaring his unwavering protection of his wife.
The second uncle was very displeased: "You only care about your own wife, disregarding the people tornted by her!"
The second uncle’s face was ashen, clearly extrely dissatisfied with William Foster’s indifference.
William Foster said: "Aren’t you all fine? No need to worry, Clara knows her limits."
His voice sounded calm and confident, as if totally unconcerned about the elders’ feelings.
They were so angry they nearly fainted.
They felt that Clara didn’t know her limits at all!
This couple was simply too ruthless.
The three uncles were practically jumping up, the fury in their hearts seemingly ready to explode at any mont.
Sure enough, Clara did know her limits.
After all, no matter how off these people were, they were William Foster’s elders. The worst was just leaving them feeling dizzy, tongue-tied, or needing frequent trips to the bathroom.
She didn’t actually do anything excessive, only letting the elders feel her assertiveness and undeniable presence.
On the way ho, Clara Bennett was still holding a bouquet of white roses picked by the maid.
A spark of satisfaction and pride glead in her eyes, as if celebrating her victory.
William Foster, watching his wife stand up for him, felt very pleased.
His gaze was full of admiration and love, as if saying "Well done."
The three uncles, however, realized that Clara wasn’t an ordinary young lady, seemingly quite formidable.
They began to regret their actions today, thinking what kind of normal bride would dare to poison in their first day after joining the family.
William Foster said calmly: "She wasn’t ant to be an ordinary wife; she’s my wife, after all."
His tone carried pride and determination, as if proclaiming to the world how correct his choice of spouse was.
The three uncles listened, puzzled: "???"
You seem quite confident, don’t you?
Their expressions were mixed with surprise and confusion, as if they couldn’t believe William Foster trusted and supported his bride so openly.
William Foster wasn’t just confident, but downright triumphant.
His gaze was filled with pride, as if in this little skirmish, he had already won an absolute advantage.
Is Clara simply dangerous?
No, beautiful people are always both alluring and slightly mysterious.
Such characteristics were especially evident in her, like a rose that’s both captivating and slightly sharp, irresistibly drawing others in, desiring to uncover more.
This version of Clara was particularly charming.
Whenever people saw her figure, it was hard to look away, as if an unseen force had tightly locked everyone’s gaze on her.
Such allure was not just about stunning looks, but more rooted in her unique temperant and personality, with that elusive quality.
Clara’s severity wasn’t towards herself, but towards those who might harm her.
She appeared hard to approach outwardly, but this wasn’t out of arrogance or coldness, rather a self-protection chanism.
Because she knows deeply, in this cold and harsh society, only by being strong can she protect herself well.
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