Beauty had reached her limit, her defenses rising like a porcupine's quills as she lifted her chin to meet Laura's defiant glare.
The two women stood locked in a silent battle of wills.
Suddenly, Emily descended the stairs, catching the tail end of the argument.
She let out a cold, mocking snort.
"So what if she's his wife?
Do you really think a flimsy marriage certificate can chain Lucas to her forever?
If it weren't for the unbreakable bond between Lucas's father and me, would I even be standing here talking to you?
Miss Nathalie, you should know—you and Lucas share true love and you have my support, as well as that of my parents.
What does that piece of paper even mean?"
Mary's mind buzzed with disbelief.
She had never imagined a mistress could be so shameless, brazenly spouting such nonsense.
If Lucas heard this, he'd surely throw this lunatic out on the spot.
