She Called Me Sterile at Dinner. Then My Daughter Rose Like a Verdict.

slowly. “Perhaps my husband and I should leave.”

“No,” Beatrice said suddenly.

Everyone looked at her.

She was gripping the edge of the table, her knuckles sharp beneath pale skin. “No one leaves until I understand what has happened in my house.”

I almost laughed.

Her house.

Even scandal needed proper ownership in the Whitmore family.

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