Fueled by his anger, Gerald could not help but shout indignantly at Darryl, "You shameless traitor, Derrick Darby! Old Master Stanford has always been kind to you. How dare you turn around and help these bandits at a time like this?"

"We should have broken your legs when we found you just now."

Selina trembled with anger as she called out to Old Master Stanford. "Father! I'd rather die than marry a traitorous bastard like him! Cancel the wedding tomorrow…"

Old Master Stanford was also furious. His daughter's words made his vision dark at the edges, making him almost pass out.

He had failed, well and truly. He had thought that seeking Derrick to marry his daughter would bring her luck, only to find out that he was not noble in the slightest. The slightest threat from the bandits had made him fold almost instantly.

How was Old Master Stanford going to give an explanation to his ancestors for that when he passed on?

Darryl sighed at the jeers of the Stanfords as there was nothing he