The ladies of high society furrowed their brows, searching for the source of the voice.

A young woman, dressed simply with black-rimmed glasses, looked at them coldly.

"Jealousy breeds malice. Uplifting oneself by demeaning others is no virtue. Perhaps you should ponder how to improve yourselves and find your own happiness," she said coldly, adjusting her glasses before turning to leave.

The socialites glared at her, biting their lips in silent fury.

Elysia and Jessamine had been eavesdropping from behind a pillar, catching every word of mockery from the women and the young lady's sharp retort.

Corbin was away from their small private room, and as they came out looking for him, they happened upon the gossiping group.

them but was held back by

business trial, and it wouldn't look good to

expected someone to stand up for them, especially not a

Jessamine, "Who

my brother's fiancée, chosen by my parents, Beatrix Sutton

why the socialites

later! Don't take their nonsense to heart. They'll end up as divorced socialites, and you won't. Tarquin is devoted; once he's made his choice, it's for life. And if you're willing, the Huber family would be honored to stand in as your family. My parents adore you, praising

dwelling on the incident, and went to find Corbin. Before leaving, Elysia gave Beatrix another look, appreciative of her support, even without knowing

her kids to bed. Once in her bedroom, she couldn't resist asking Tarquin, "Is there something

at her strangely since she

Corbin that some women were gossiping about

right, Beatrix must've told him! Some women

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