Chapter 322: The Throne Usurpers 1

"Greetings, Your Grace." The old man spoke first, bowing his head ever slightly. 

He was dressed in a luxurious attire just like the elderly woman next to him and the young couple whose arms were linked with each other.

They seemed like a perfectly fixed family, so sweet that they looked fake. With the way the Duchess wasn't even bothering to hide the glaring hatred she had for the family, Aella already knew who they were.

The Throne Usurpers.

"I never knew my Castle is an abode where you could just pop in and out as you wish, Lugard." The Duchess' words were mincing.

Aella rested her back on the chair, exchanging glances with Bane. She would observe their interactions to fish out the little details that she could. She already knew that she shouldn't speak unless she was spoken to.

Even though she was fond of miffing the Duchess, now wasn't the time to taunt her grand-aunt.