At her words, Rosalind Reginald smiled faintly and looked up at her. "Linda Quinn. Long time no see. You're still the same as ever—you haven't grown at all."
Her voice, neither loud nor soft, was laced with a hint of sarcasm.
Stung by Rosalind Reginald's words, Linda Quinn's expression instantly twisted. "You... you went abroad, didn't you? Why did you come back?"
"Ha!" Rosalind Reginald asked with an amused chuckle. "And why can't I come back? My home is in Aethelburg. Or have you gotten so old you've gone senile and forgotten?"
A few simple words were all it took to stoke Linda Quinn's anger. This must be what they mean by killing without spilling blood.
"You better make yourself clear! Did you come back to steal my husband? Did you?!" Linda Quinn shrieked, instantly shattering what little noble aura she possessed and taking on the air of a common shrew.
The sounds of the argument drew the attention of the people nearby, who began to glance frequently in their direction.
