His hand hung awkwardly mid-air, and his face turned sour. "Sheena, I know you’re upset about going to the Wilson family for Jasmin’s sake. But I’ve already promised to marry you. What more do you want?"
"Jasmin is your sister. What’s wrong with helping her? Do you have to be so narrow-minded?"
Sheena felt a surge of anger that she couldn’t suppress. Her voice turned sharp as she retorted, "Being forced to act as a scapegoat and take her punishment—am I supposed to be grateful for that?"
Hearing this, Travis raised his voice as well. "Jasmin didn’t do it on purpose! And besides, it’s just a trip to the Wilson family. What’s the big deal?"
"If it’s no big deal, then why can’t Jasmin go herself?" Sheena clapped back.
Travis fell silent, his face growing even darker. "You’re being unreasonable. There’s no point in talking to you anymore!"
In the end, Sheena returned to her room alone.
Calling it a "room" was generous—it was worse than the servants’ quarters.
Compared to Jasmin’s bright and spacious princess-style bedroom, hers was a stark contrast.