What? The kid has to be tied up and paraded as well?'
Suddenly, the guard leader's expression tensed up before he cautiously asked," Lady Denise, Ambrose Darby is still young. Isn't it a bit too much?"
Denise glared at him and said without an ounce of pity, "What? Do you really treat that b*stard as Lord Kenny's real son? A b* stard from a b*tch. What's there to pity about? Do it quickly! Do you hear me?"
"Yes, yes. I’ll do it immediately.” The guard did not dare say any more upon seeing
how angry Lady Denise became. He quickly responded, turned, and left.
Ambrose Darby was brought over not long later.
"Mom..."
Ambrose immediately wailed upon seeing his mother locked up in the prison carriage. He was about to rush forward but was blocked by the guards.
He had not seen his mother for three days. It was heartbreaking to watch him cry until his eyes were swollen.
However, most of them were indifferent other than a few guards and maidservants.
Lady Denise was determined to punish both the mother and the son, who would dare plead for mercy on their behalf?
"Quickly, tie the b*stard up and attach him on the back of the prison carriage," urged Denise.
A few soldiers rushed forward upon her orders, grabbed Ambrose's small hands, and tied him to the back of the prison carriage.
Monica was initially numb and dispirited in the carriage but soon came to her senses when she suddenly heard her son calling out for her.
Monica's heart was almost broken to pieces upon seeing Ambrose being tied to the back of the prison carriage. She struggled, but her hands and legs were firmly chained. She could not move at all.
Tears intermixing with the cold rainwater kept falling from her face.
'Son, I'm so sorry I couldn’t protect you.’
"Start the parade!" At that moment, the guard leader waved his hand under Denise's orders as the prison carriage immediately moved forward slowly.
Two guards raised a wooden signboard following both sides of the prison carriage. On the signboard was written, 'Monica Vaughn. Seduced the stableman. Unbecoming of a woman. Parading through the streets!’
At this moment, the two sides of the streets were filled with people. It was packed with almost every Royal City citizen present.
As they saw the prison carriage slowly pass by, the people pointed at Monica and started hurling insults.
"Is that Lord Kenny Bred’s woman? Tsk, tsk, seducing the stableman? Such a b*tch
"Yes, Lord Kenny gave her such a luxurious life. How dare she do such immoral acts! How slutty and shameless!”
“There’s a child behind her. I guess that must be her b*stard child...”
The reprimands and insults constantly came, but Monica did not care in the slightest.
At the moment, all of her focus was on Ambrose and his small figure stumbling along while following the prison carriage behind her. He fell a few times which caused his entire body to be full of mud as his face turned extremely pale.
"Mom... Mom..." Ambrose was way too young to go through all these. The rain had drenched his clothes and he kept crying from feeling cold.
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