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"Stop it Deborah!" A deep shrill voice came out from the man's mouth as he tightened his hold on his gun and glared at the woman from behind her.

Cedric also raised his gun holding hand and aimed the holster at her. But most scary part about the sight was that the woman wasn't least bit scared with both her son and her husband holding their gun against her.

Just a little shocked, maybe?

"What a fate I have! My husband and son both are aiming their guns at me. Must be a pleasant sight for these peasants." Her chilling voice cut through the tense air and I swear I felt Cedric flinching away.

"Mother, take your minions and leave. There's already been too much chaos in this village today. Don't scare them like this."

"My, did it feel like that? I can't blame you. And since when did you started to care about our slaves' feelings? Don't tell me you really thought you could befriend them? That's beyond hilarious." She said as a smirk formed on the corners of her lips. Her face contorted to one of those arrogant expressions as she looked like she stood on the winning side.

When in reality, she lost the moment he appeared. Cedric's father.

"And father, what are you doing here?"

His father's face flashed with one of those gulity looks but it immediately disappeared when he looked at Cedric again and opened his mouth.

"I knew something was wrong when she left for India but I wanted to trust her until I couldn't. Deborah, do you have any shame? Tormenting your own son like this?"

"Talks who? The one who didn't come to glance at his own son."

"I was...busy under the tons of piles of work." His voice broke down as he started speaking with a guilty expression.

Cedric's eyes darkened with unknown anger and his hand which were lowered for a second came back up again.

"None of you are better than other. So it will be better if you both continue your detour and leave from here. I am already tired with this." Cedric's face was bowed but his voice came out more commanding than ever with his hands faintly shaking on the gun.

"See this Sebastian? Cedric has grown a soft spot for these Indians." Her face flashed with the same intensity of anger as Cedric and glared at him.

"I don't want to care about that anymore. He is his own master. I want him to live the life he wants. Whether he wants to marry an English woman or an Indian. It's his choice."

"You're both foolish like my sister. You don't know these scheming pests. They look innocent but they are the most treacherous beings on the earth."

Her words stung deeply in my heart. How? How can a woman be this heartless? This sharp tongued? Though she was talking in all English but I knew the villagers also felt the insult in her words.

And wait, did she say sister?

"Not everyone is the same, Deborah! You have to move on from that incident. There is huge gap between them and these people. You've already done enough." Cedric's father, Sebastian, I suppose, said in his cold stern voice as he didn't bulge an inch from his place.

Lowering his gun, he gripped her arm and yanked her closer to him, her position shuttering a little but the gun didn't drop from her grip.

"Sister? Mother had a sister?"

I guess Cedric and I were thinking about the same thing. The same thing was ringing in my mind as I glanced between maa and his mother.

Seeking no answer or way to protect maa, I couldn't even run to her because Cedric was holding my hand and preventing me to leave.