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Chapter 163

Mrs Rayburn burst into the room, hurting the doll in her hand straight at lise and

her daughter

“Auntie Charlotte grabbed Wire Reyburn’s arm, trying to hold her back

“Ugh! Wicked women, wicked worner! Mrs. Rayburn shrieked finging another

plush toy

Genevieve and her mother stumbled backward as the barrage continued Finally, Genevieve snapped, her patience gone. “You crazy old bat–are you insane?”

“Genevieve, show some respect for my mother,” Wesley’s normally gentle tone turned frosty, an unmistakable edge beneath his words. “Don’t think just because you’re the Howard family heiress I won’t deal with you.”

Mother

Genevieve’s face went pale. “She… she’s Mrs. Rayburn?”

It was lise’s first time meeting the infamous Mrs. Rayburn, and she was genuinely taken aback. Despite being nearly fifty, the woman was still breathtaking–a beauty untouched by time, her features elegant and striking

Rumor had it that Mrs. Rayburn wasn’t right in the head, but even so, she was the only woman Sean Rayburn had ever loved.

Years ago, there’d been a scandal in Eldermere: some wealthy socialite, thinking Mrs. Rayburn was just a pretty fool, had tried to take advantage of her. The very next day, that man disappeared–vanished without a trace. In the city’s upper circles, no one dared disrespect Mrs. Rayburn, no matter what they whispered

her, and even the Rayburn grandparents never showed

had always thought the gossip was exaggerated. Seeing Mrs. Rayburn now,

misunderstood us. Genevieve and I mean no harm.” lise put on her warmest smile hoping to bridge

Rayburn snatched up another soy and hurled it at her. “Stay away from

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not throw things anymore,” Charlotte soothed gently, only stepping in after Mrs.

felt sorry for the Howards. She just didn’t want

by Charlotte, Mrs. Rayburn immediately clung to her. “Sweetheart,

anger, her tone forcedly polite. “I apologize. We’re intruding–perhaps another day would be

argument.

women had left, Wesley and Charlotte walked Mrs. Rayburn back to her room. Charlotte glanced at her watch–it was already two o’clock.

drive you,” Wesley

“What about your mother-”

better not bully my daughter!” Mrs. Rayburn had somehow slipped

help but

looked exasperated. “Mom, do I look like that kind of

sniffed, then took Charlotte’s hand, her reluctance plain on her face. “Will you

tugged at Charlotte’s heart. She squeezed Mrs. Rayburn’s hand and smiled softly. “If you miss me, just give me a

Rayburn’s eyes sparkled with

She understood Charlotte.

Wesley watched them, thoughtful.

family home, too furious to keep it in. She started smashing