"Mom," Melody Thorne supported Mrs. Thorne, "what’s wrong with you?"

"Mel... Melody... horse," Mrs. Thorne was drenched in cold sweat, with countless scenes flashing through her mind, "Melody... horse."

"She must have been triggered when she saw you riding the horse just now," Levin Thorne hugged Mrs. Thorne, comforting her.

Previously, Melody Thorne had been striving to learn horseback riding to share Jared Quinn’s interests. She had fallen and injured herself numerous times, stirring people’s pity, and Mrs. Thorne always accompanied her, leaving a deep impression on her memory.

"Call a doctor, quickly call a doctor!"

In Melody Thorne’s room, after Mrs. Thorne took the medicine prescribed by the doctor and fell asleep, the few people in the room restlessly watched the drama unfold. Clara Seymour had been weeping to the old man about what Melody Thorne had just done to her; she almost died because of it!

"Grandpa, you have to stand up for me in this matter. Did she come here intending to kill me?"

Melody Thorne plugged her ears for a moment, her temper flaring once again. She walked over and slapped Clara Seymour across the face, grabbing her collar. "Isn’t it said that the Seymour Family has strict rules? Yet you dare to toy with my adoptive parents, showing no decorum. I think you better go back as soon as possible and reflect on your manners and education!"

"You hit me again," Clara Seymour covered half her face, wanting to fight her. Why should she be demoted in status just because this woman returned, and not only that, but also accustomed to beating her!

"Enough!" The Seymour elder’s cane timely struck the ground. "Everyone, return to your rooms and reflect quietly!"

"Grandpa," Clara Seymour covered her face, realizing he was deliberately protecting Melody Thorne!

Unwillingly, she turned and left.

"If something like this happens again, I swear, I will pay back everything a thousandfold for what he did to my adoptive parents!" Melody Thorne, when cold, was indeed just like Jared Quinn.

As the saying goes, close contact with ink makes one black, close contact with scarlet makes one red; some of it had rubbed off on her.

The servants in the room kept their heads down, not daring to regard Melody Thorne with their previous looks!

"Truly a member of my Seymour Family," a glimmer of admiration flashed in the old man’s eyes.

"I haven’t acknowledged that," Melody Thorne turned away, "if there’s nothing else, everyone please leave!"

The old man’s face turned alternately black and white, this girl really gave him no face at all!

The dragon-head cane tapped the ground, leaving the room.

"Dad, take a rest," Melody Thorne spoke with concern, "I’ll arrange for you to return as soon as possible."

Levin Thorne looked at Melody Thorne and sighed deeply, unsure if his decision to leave her under Jared Quinn’s care was right or wrong. How could they not know the Seymour elder’s intention to marry Melody Thorne to Hans Montrose?

"Don’t endure any grievances for our sake," Levin Thorne said, "no matter who your parents are, you are always our good daughter!"

"Okay."

"Go to the back," Levin Thorne pointed to the bedroom behind.

"Hm?" Melody Thorne didn’t react for a moment.

The place the Seymour Family prepared for her was very large, she practically lived in a villa by herself.

"Go on, go on," Levin Thorne motioned for her to go in.

Melody Thorne walked over and pushed open the door to see what was inside.

As she entered, a pair of strong arms quickly wrapped around her waist, a solid chest pressed firmly against her, and the door shut behind them.

After a brief moment of surprise, she was enveloped by the oh-so-familiar scent, fresh and pleasant with a faint tobacco aroma that brought peace of mind.