Chapter 157

A stock clerk pushing a cart interrupted us, “Excuse me, coming through.”

1 tugged Christine back and asked, “What were you saying?”

“Do you think Margaret could be Albert’s biological daughter?” Christine’s eyes sparkled with the thrill of gossip.

I frowned. “That seems a bit far-fetched. Margaret’s even older than Bryant by two years.”

Even if it were an affair, it wouldn’t have started that early, right?

“Why not?” Christine dismissed my doubt with a wave, excitedly diving into high society scandals. “You know how messy these rich people can get. Marrying one, keeping a few mistresses on the side, isn’t that business as usual?”

“But still…” I hesitated, “If Margaret was Albert’s flesh and blood, and considering how much Timothy despised Margaret, why didn’t Albert tell Timothy?”

That way, Timothy would have been kinder to his granddaughter.

at were

Christine paused, finding sense in my words, puzzled. “Yeah, you’re right. If Albert’s daughter, he wouldn’t just sit back and watch Bryant get involved with Margaret. That’s incest, right?”

suddenly said, “No, something’s still off. It doesn’t add

her forehead playfully and handed her a bag of tomato-flavored chips. “Here,

got the divorce papers, Bryar and I would be worlds apart, let alone Albert and Margaret. It wouldn’t matter if they we father and daughter or, just as Christine had bluntly

its local comfort food, with Christine and me arriving first. When Mark showed up alone,

awkwardness and

to tag along wherever

strained relationship between Steven and Christine, Mark hesitated before saying,

a blind date. His family is pushing for

marriage.

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Chapter 157

anger, though not completely surprised. I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

was doomed from the

mine with

dreamed of marrying into a family

didn’t try to console Christine.

brought up a new topic. “Jane, you represented the Ferguson

place, but you’ve resigned. What about the

jointly-designed?”

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