The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 254

Since Sebastian had to head back to Ratcliff Global, he asked the driver to take Jane home to the old estate.

The car moved quietly along the tree-lined road by Bridger Lake. The world outside felt distant, cut off by the thick glass, but inside, the mood was thick enough to touch. Jane leaned back against the leather seat, absentmindedly tracing the crocodile pattern on her handbag as Reese’s words from the courthouse kept looping in her head.

And then there was the evidence in her bag, which was enough to completely destroy Sebastian and maybe even bring the entire Ratcliff family down. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt.

It wasn’t until they pulled into the estate and the ornate iron gates closed behind her that Jane finally shook herself from her thoughts. She stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath as she headed up the steps.

The butler was waiting for her at the door.

“Ma’am, Mrs. Murphy is here with Ms. Aimee Murphy. Mrs. Ramirez and Mrs. Kim are with them as well.”

Jane stopped short, her brows knitting together, clear annoyance flickering in her eyes. “What are they doing here?”

With everything that had happened, the last thing Jane wanted was to deal with these society ladies.

The butler hesitated, then quickly explained, “Ma’am, the funeral hasn’t happened yet. It’s tradition for the ladies to come pay their respects today.”

Right. Now she remembered. It was a Bridger Lake thing. Usually, when someone from another family passed, the Ratcliffs didn’t have to do much, so she’d never really paid attention to the custom.

Even though she was in no mood for social visits, Jane swallowed her irritation and nodded, making her way to the sunroom where guests were waiting.

She knew the Ratcliff family was under the microscope right now. Any hint of weakness, any slip at all, and the gossip would spread like wildfire.

Inside, the ladies were gathered around a polished tea table, dressed in understated but elegant dresses, mugs cradled in their hands. Their voices were low and polite, but Jane could feel every eye in the room dart to the door as soon as she walked in.

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