Chapter 22

At Alexander’s signal, a few bodyguards moved at once, seizing Mrs. Thompson without hesitation. She panicked instantly. “Young Master, what are you doing?!” Alexander’s voice was ice, his expression even colder. “Mrs. Thompson, need I remind you? Summer is my wife—the sole mistress of this house. If she slaps you, you take it.And you have the nerve to complain to me?Are you tired of living?” “Take her out and throw her into the sea!” His face had turned to stone, eyes sharp enough to freeze a soul. In that moment, it was clear—her life meant nothing. Only his Summer mattered. The bodyguards didn’t hesitate. One began dragging her toward the door. Terrified, Mrs. Thompson shrieked: “Young Master, please! I’ve served your family for years—how can you treat me like this?!” “The whole staff saw your wife slap me and force me to my knees! And now I’mto blame?The whole city will say you’ve lost your mind!” After so many years in the Barron household—and favored by Mr. Barron Sr.—she’d begun