Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 178

“Sister. I’m acting as the mistress of this household.”

“Sister? Do you even really think of me as your sister?”

As Isabella gradually reestablished her footing in high society, she began regaining her former confidence. Though not yet at her previous peak, her attitude swiftly returned.

“Let’s get one thing straight—you’re not acting mistress of this house; you’re merely handling the finances. Do you honestly believe you’re our mother or something?!”

“Don’t act so high and mighty with Father’s money.”

Ippolito, who had returned home with Isabella, sided with his younger sibling, his expression grim. The commotion at the entrance drew servants, who quietly gathered to watch the quarrel.

Ariadne was starting to grow irritated by the situation. She’d thought she’d instilled strict discipline among the staff, yet the moment family members raised their voices, they crept over with ears perked up to listen. Clearly, they weren’t properly trained. It bothered her even more because guests were visiting the house.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t overly annoyed by Isabella and Ippolito’s behavior. Just as dogs eat feces and pigs lack cleanliness, these siblings were simply acting true to their nature.

“I may not be your mother, but I do have the duty to manage both internal and external affairs for the health and well-being of everyone in this household.”

She spoke calmly, looking directly at Isabella and Ippolito.

“At the moment, a plague is spreading through the southern regions, including Taranto, and it’s moving northward. Orphanages are especially vulnerable to disease. We don’t know when or where an outbreak might start. Until further notice, it would be wise to avoid going outside—especially volunteer work at orphanages. Don’t put the household at risk.”

“The plague in Taranto? That’s over 280 miglia (about 500 kilometers) away from here!”

Ippolito exclaimed incredulously.

“You must have no concept of distance, cooped up inside like a girl all day. Do you even know how long it would take for the plague to travel from Taranto to San Carlo? You’re just nitpicking!”

Ariadne had meticulously studied military movement speeds during Cesare’s coup. Ippolito’s mocking remarks were laughable. She stared coldly at the siblings without the slightest flinch.

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