143 Jean's Machinations

"Humph..." She turned to a weak and chained skinny woman, her gaze filled with hate as she raised her hand and slapped her face.

Blood flew from the woman's mouth, revealing her beautiful hazel eyes as her hair flew to the side.

"What kind of mother have you been for your son? Why does he seem not to care about you, huh? Answer, Alina!" She screamed, venting her frustration on the poor woman.

Alina spat blood before raising her head with dignity, her gaze unwavering and full of defiance.

"You'll never catch Julius. Not with his brother accompanying him." She said, proud of her son's escape and survival against all odds.

"Julius? Hahaha." Eleanor laughed madly, tears of amusement welling in her eyes. "Julius is already dead." She revealed, smirking evilly before continuing, "Do you really think he stood a chance against Gaston, that disgusting anomaly?"