The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2136

She had tried to warn him.

But she failed.

"Tansy, don't you forget the promise you made me. If you keep playing these pathetic little games, aren't you terrified of getting him killed?"

"You made me a promise too." At the mention of Donald, Tansy's fragile composure shattered. Her eyes swam with tears as she cried, "You promised me you wouldn't hurt him!"

"I did."

Vargas released her jaw in disgust, stalking back to his chair and glaring at her coldly. "I spared his life four years ago. And how did he repay my mercy? By systematically dismantling every smuggling route my Syndicate relies on!"

"Do you have any idea how much product we've lost because of him over the years?"

"If it weren't for him, The Stygian Syndicate wouldn't be on the verge of collapse! He forced my hand. He's the reason I had to take this insane risk and drag Nine into this.

"..."

Tansy stayed silent, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over her lashes.

Donald was a soldier. He was sworn to protect his country.

It was his duty. How could he be blamed for doing what was right?

The Stygian Syndicate was the one in the wrong.

They had spat on international law, desperate to build an empire on blood money.

"Tansy!" Vargas's gaze locked onto her face, cold, calculating, and utterly devoid of paternal warmth. "Don't forget, I still have your son!"

"Father!"

The color completely vanished from Tansy's face. The dam broke, and hot tears cascaded down her cheeks.

"Please, don't hurt him! I'm begging you!"

She had already lost Donald; she couldn't survive losing her son too!

"I expect this to be the first and last time we have this conversation." Vargas stared blankly at his sobbing daughter, utterly merciless. "Your wedding to Prince Aurelian is fast approaching. You will sit quietly and wait to be a bride."

Prince Aurelian was the crown prince of a neighboring nation, the guaranteed successor to the throne.

Securing this royal alliance would grant The Stygian Syndicate unimaginable political shielding and power.

"What about Hector..."

At the mention of the wedding, Tansy's remaining strength left her. She slumped against the floor, her lips trembling as she forced the words out. "Is he okay?"

"Of course." Vargas sneered. "No matter how much I despise his origins, the boy is still my grandson."

The kid was barely three, yet he was already showing signs of terrifying intelligence.

With proper grooming, he could be an incredible asset in the future.

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