"Why are you staying so far away? Get closer. When did the horsemanship of the Seymour Family become so degraded?" A woman was surrounded in the middle, watching everything in the horse arena like it was a clown performance.

Melody Thorne’s gaze fell on the woman. She strode into the arena, snatched the horse from the servant’s hands, and mounted it.

"Miss," the person tried to grab the horse, "this isn’t one that just anyone can ride. It’s very wild; only men can ride it."

"Get out of my way," Melody tightened the reins and rushed toward the woman in the center, cracking sunflower seeds. Anger was burning away her rationality, along with all her suppressed emotions from the past few days.

Stella Seymour turned her head. A horse galloped ferociously towards them, with a posture as if it would trample them over. The expressions of the people around changed instantly.

"Stop," Stella Seymour shouted, pointing at Melody Thorne’s horse.

"Quick, get out of the way, that woman’s gone mad."

"Ah, move!" Seeing the horse approaching rapidly, the others quickly fled to the side. Only Stella Seymour and the woman watching the spectacle remained seated, unable to believe Melody dared to trample over them. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"I told you to stop," Stella Seymour’s eyes changed as Melody had no intention of stopping.

"Sis, move away," seeing Melody’s horse couldn’t stop, Stella Seymour fled in panic to the side.

"You dare trample me?" Clara Seymour stood up, fixing a fierce glare on Melody.

"Giddy up," Melody sped up, tightening the reins. Only then did everyone realize Melody’s initial target was Clara Seymour, intending to trample her deliberately.

"Ah," screams echoed around the arena as Clara Seymour dodged and fell to the ground to avoid Melody’s horse, her hair disheveled from the movement.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Clara Seymour stood up, angrily pointing at Melody.

Originally thinking once was enough, Melody turned back and charged at Clara Seymour again.

"Ah, help! Help me!" Clara Seymour screamed as she dodged all over the arena until a rider pulled her onto a horse to escape Melody.

"You lunatic!" Clara Seymour shouted out of control.

Melody coldly laughed and stopped the horse. "This is a lesson for you. If I catch you touching my people again, I swear the horse will trample over you instead of just your head!"

"Do you think only you dare?" Clara Seymour yelled indignantly, "Go over! Trample her!"

"Calm down, miss," the servant had to remind her, "She’s the first heir. We aren’t in the position to do anything to her. Don’t forget the Seymour Family’s rules."

"Ahhh," Clara Seymour screamed several times in loss of control, her carefully maintained image collapsing by half at that moment.

"Dad," Melody got off the horse and supported Levin Thorne’s arm, "I’m sorry, I didn’t know they would treat you like that."

"We’re fine, we’re fine," Levin comforted the frightened Mrs. Thorne in his arms, "It’s my fault. If we hadn’t gone out wanting your mom to recover her memory sooner, we wouldn’t have fallen into their hands so quickly."

"It was bound to come, just sooner rather than later," Melody’s eyes flashed coldly, sweeping over Clara Seymour, who had been forcibly persuaded away by the servants. She should have given her a proper lesson!

"Mel...Melody," Mrs. Thorne suddenly held her head in her hands, groaning in pain, "Mel...ody."