Chapitre 1322: As The Rightful Daughter, It Was Her Privilege To Rely On Her Father's Name To Oppress Others

Looking at Miranda as if she bore some infectious disease, he said, "Who do you think you are? You dare to taint the seat of the lord of a tribe?"

Cowed, Miranda's shoulders trembled as she sobbed quietly. With an extremely piteous and nasal voice, she said, "Ah Ya, you misunderstand me… I could barely stand after falling down outside and hurting my leg earlier. I was also crying so hard that I fainted. So the elders carried me in and let me sit here to rest… I…I am not coveting the seat of the lord of the tribe… how could I dare to? Ah Ya, don't be angry, I… I will leave immediately, alright?"

Miranda pretended to struggle to stand up, but she tilted over and fell to the floor before she even managed to straighten her knees.