Night.
Viscount Meijie and his wife, along with their son Mel, left Count Merlin's room and bade their son farewell outside his room.
Bang!
The moment they returned to their room, Madam Kunna slammed the door shut.
"What's wrong with you?" Viscount Meijie frowned. "Why are you slamming doors for no reason? Lord Medicarren is safe and sound."
Madam Kunna glared coldly at Viscount Meijie. "Don't you think your father went too far?"
"What did Father do?"
"Lord Medicarren is part of my dowry. What right did he have to hand Lord Medicarren over to Russell for treatment? More importantly, when Lord Medicarren gifted him origin dragon breath, why didn't your father stop him?"
"Russell kindly treated Lord Medicarren, and Lord Medicarren thanked him with origin dragon breath. What's wrong with that? What's there to make such a fuss about?"
"Origin dragon breath, Meijie. Don't you understand?" Veins stood out on Madam Kunna's lovely face. "Lord Medicarren only has that tiny bit of origin dragon breath, and it was wasted on an outsider."
"Russell isn't an outsider."
"Yes, he's your relative, your own nephew." Madam Kunna sneered. "But what does that have to do with me?"
Viscount Meijie frowned deeply. "It was only a little origin breath. Father made it very clear—it was just a small sip, nothing serious!"
"Whether it was a small sip or a large one, that doesn't give your father the right to dispose of it as he pleases. It is my dowry, and only I am qualified to use it. No one, including you and including your stubborn, power-clinging father, has that right!"
"I understand that you're angry, but watch your words." Viscount Meijie responded coldly as well. "My father is your father too!"
"My father was Dragon Knight Quentin III Shadowflame!"
"You should say