Isabella Weaver laughed in exasperation: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you really think I would become someone's mistress?"
Cora Ginger had her own twisted logic: "Anyway, if it's not you, it will be someone else. Just look at the men at our club; all the rich ones like to keep a young, pretty girl! You're much prettier than Cherry Lewis and younger too, you're sure to win!"
Isabella Weaver tapped her on the head with a pen: "We can't do things that destroy other people's families, that's wrong!"
"You're not destroying a family; you were clearly with Young Master Hunter first! That Cherry Lewis butted in, she's the other woman! No, wait, it's also Hunter's fault! How can he marry you one moment, then want to marry someone else the next? Shameless!"
Cora Ginger ranted for a while, then left with her bag.
The Royalton Club was under reconstruction, so she couldn't return to work temporarily and found another job to do for the time being.
