Chapter 102 Beatrix's Regret

Blanche was about to ask him when the stream of curses from beside her resumed.

"You fatherless, motherless wretch! How dare you show your face here again!"

Blanche suddenly realized the truth. Her gaze sharpened. "The vagabond you spoke of... is him?"

Beatrix, momentarily distracted, confirmed, "Yes! Him! Doesn't he just look like a doomed, impoverished wretch?"

Blanche's face instantly darkened.