“Miss Lynn has been out there sleeping around, her morals in the gutter. She’s been assaulted, gotten pregnant by several men, had abortions, and is always tangled up with all sorts of unsavory people.”
The words landed with a thud.
You could hear a pin drop in the living room.
Desmond snapped his head up, first glaring at Sabrina, then shifting his furious gaze to his wife across the room. His anger was teetering on the edge of explosion.
Sommer froze, stunned for a moment as the words sank in. Her whole body trembled, rage making her hand shake as she jabbed a finger at Sabrina, struggling to get a single word out.
“You… you…”
She pointed at Sabrina for what felt like ages, blood pounding so hard in her veins she thought her head might burst. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed into the sofa.
Martha, who’d just stepped out of the kitchen with a tray of fruit, took one look at the scene and spun right around, darting back into the kitchen.
Dear Lord. What kind of bombshell had she just overheard?
The lady of the house… No, she must have misheard. That couldn’t be right.
The other maids gathered close, hands clapped over their mouths, shooting Martha wide-eyed questions—was what Sabrina said really true?
Martha finally caught her breath, shaking her head furiously. “No, you’re all hearing things. Stay in the kitchen. Don’t go out there.”
Everyone seemed to be on edge today, ready to explode at the slightest spark.
Upstairs, Celine had been listening for any sign of trouble from below, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Her mother.
How could her mother possibly do something like that?
Absolutely impossible! Sabrina must have made it all up!
But even as she tried to reassure herself, Celine’s hands started to tremble uncontrollably.
If her mother really had betrayed her father…
Then her mother would be thrown out of the Sutton family.
And Celine—she’d be cast out too.
Her mother’s love was real, but her father only cared about his reputation and career…
What now? What could she do?
Sabrina’s words had detonated like a grenade in the heart of the Sutton family.
Desmond’s face was as dark as thunder.
If they were going to brawl, so be it.
Sabrina hadn’t even finished speaking before Sommer came at her like a madwoman.
Well, Sabrina needed to vent anyway.
Sommer, huh? Her mother?
No way.
Just a stranger who happened to give birth to her.
No—a stranger would be better than this.
The two of them were soon locked in a wild struggle.
Sommer never imagined Sabrina would actually fight back.
Desmond was stunned for a moment, but then rushed forward to break them apart.
It took nearly half a minute before he managed to separate the two women.
Sommer’s makeup was smeared across her face, she’d taken a couple of hard slaps, and her once-perfect hair was now a tangled mess.

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