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In the dining room, he crystal chandelier cast its incandescent glow upon the faces of the Delaney family, each a mask of unpredictable emotion
Everâpresent yet unobtrusive, the servants diminished their presence further, blending into the shadows cast by the opulent decor.
Steward, who had remained silent throughout the evening, sat upright, his voice booming through the tension. âNonsense!â
Still standing. Sanderson seemed a pillar of strength, his broad shoulders a protective over his wife and daughter. He addressed his father directly â
, take a good look around, is there even a place for us in this home anymore? To an outsider, it might seem Iâm not even Momâs flesh and blood!â
âBullshit!â Laurindaâs voice rose to a screech. âI carried you for nine months and went through hell to bring you into this world. Is this how you repay me?â
Her eyes then darted accusingly at Lorna. âItâs you, whispering into Sandersonâs ear, turning him against me! I never approved of you marrying into the Delaney family. That fortune teller was right. Youâre bad luck, a jinx. He said youâd bring ruin upon us, and look us now!â
Lorna was caught off guard, stunned by the harsh accusation.
Equally incredulous, Sanderson wrapped a protective arm around Lornaâs shoulders, his anger palpable. âIs this why youâve been so cold to Lorna all these years?â
In anger, Laurinda admitted, âYes, thatâs exactly why! She canât even give us a grandson. Our family line will end with you!â
âI have Lia!â Sanderson countered.
âSheâs just a girl! Besides, her grandfather was a lunatic, and sheâs likely got that craziness in her blood!â Laurinda spat out evilly, alluding to the stigma surrounding mental illness and its feared hereditary nature.
Laurindaâs words were a gut punch that left Lorna trembling. Her pain laid bare without any defense.
But the reassuring squeeze on her shoulder from Sandersonâs hand calmed her. He had never intended to argue. Instead, he shielded Lorna from further harm. âEnough. Weâll move out. Consider me an unfilial son, a stay with Kermit if you must!â
Laurindaâs voice reached a fever pitch. âYouâre my son, and youâll care for me in my old age!
and
âSilence!â Steward slammed his cutlery down, silencing the room. He looked squarely at Sanderson. The Delaney family had risen from obscurity mainly due to Sandersonâs connections and opportunities. Although Steward held the title of chairman, Sanderson was the true force behind their success.
So, despite Laurindaâs favoritism toward Kermit and Sandersonâs lack of a male heir, Steward had no hesitation in choosing his eldest son.
He snapped Laurinda, âWhat kind of nonsense you spouting? If you canât bear to live with Sanderson, pack your bags and return to the Smith family!â
Laurindaâs eyes bulged. âYouâre kicking me out?â
âIf you want me to throw you out of the , apologize to Cordelia!â
Stewardâs unwavering stance and dismissive snort at Rachel and Juliana made it clear. âCordelia is the Delaney familyâs lady. Anyone who disrespects her is disrespecting me!â
His words echoed with finality, and the room fell silent.
Too proud to apologize, Laurinda stiffened.
Rachel attempted to smooth things over. âLaurinda is a senior, after all. Let me apologize on her behalf. And,
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given her old fashioned beliefs, itâs no wonder she believed those fortuneâtellers. Lia, Grandma will surely stop
scolding youâ
She pleaded with Sanderson and Lorna. âSanderson, Lorna, please forgive Mom this once
Sanderson remained tightâlipped
Steward gave Laurinda a stern look. Startled, Laurinda blurted out. âIsnât my apology enough now Sanderson, do you want your mother to grovel at your feet?â
Humiliated, she broke into tears and retreated upstairs..
Steward made his decision. âLetâs leave it at that.â
The family brushed the matter under the carpet that night.
In their bedroom, Sanderson sighed. âTruth is, Iâve already bought a villa elsewhere.â
Lorna blinked in surprise. âWhat
Tve been preparing it since Lia was back, knowing Mom wouldnât take to her, Sanderson explained, âBut weâll need more time to finish the renovations, so letâs hold off on splitting for now.â
Lorna understood. âWeâll move out later?â
Considering Laurindaâs temperament, a change wasnât likely overnight. After todayâs outburst, she would behave for a while, but should she slip again. Proposing a split wouldnât seem unreasonable.
Sandersonâs resolve was evident. âMy wife and daughter should never have to walk on eggshells.â
The family drama had little effect on Cordelia. She continued her research late into the night, engrossed until midnight. A message from Little Fang popped up on her screen. [Are you asleep?]
Cordelia glanced at it, uninterested.
A few moments later, another message arrived.
Mr. AllâRoundâs message popped up. [Donât stay up too late. Itâs not good for your health.]
Cordelia finally replied, [Okay, Sir.]
After another minutes of reading, she put her materials down, completed her nightly routine, and lay in bed. Her mind buzzed with new knowledge, keeping her awake.
She needed to think of something else. What, though?
Lately, thoughts of Everard had been her involuntary preâsleep ritual, easing the pain in her chest.
So naturally, her thoughts drifted back to him, to their recent encounter, the moment he swapped shirts and gave her a glimpse of his waist.
Without realizing it, she fell asleep, her thoughts lingering on Everard.
In her dream, his abdominal muscle was always before her, moving hypnotically until suddenly, Everard leaned in close, a playful grin on his face. âHey girl, want to have a touch?â
She was sure she didnât want to, but in her dream, her hand moved on its own, reaching toward his abdomenâ¦
The following morning, Cordelia woke up looking a little offâcolor.
As she descended the stairs, Juliana was uncharacteristically quiet, waiting for her. In front of Steward and Sanderson, she spoke, âGrandpa, Uncle Sanderson, you were right about yesterday. Cordelia is my cousin, so Mom and I want Cordelia to join us this weekend when the tutor comes over. If Mr. Stanton takes a to her, it would be a moment of pride for the Delaney family â
Her words sounded polite, but her eyes flickered with disdain.
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Putting on an act was easy for her! It was just another opportunity for comparison
âThatâs the spirit! Sisters should always support each other,â Steward praised.
Cordelia kept her lips pursed in a foul mood until she stormed into the Midnight Scent café. She glared at Everard. âCan you control my dreams, too?â
Everard looked up, baffled, only to be met with an accusatory stare. âScumbag! Beast!â
Everard had no idea what had happened.
[Arthurâs notes: The family drama will peak soon after a grand piano showdown. Smooches! Iâm looking forward to your recommendations!]
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