“Sure,” Nathan replied without hesitation. He stood and walked around the table to take hold of the old man’s wheelchair.
Once they were gone, Florrie continued with her goading.
“You’re so lucky, Lucinda. You’re a divorcee, yet Nathan is still willing to marry you. You should be grateful that you were born into a rich family, otherwise- Ah!”
She wasn’t able to finish her words as Lucinda grabbed a glass half -filled with juice and flung its contents across the table, smack dab into Florrie’s face.
The juice splashed all over her shoulders and hair.
“How dare you?!” Florrie screeched, her eyes wide with outrage.
Lucinda raised an eyebrow and countered, “Why shouldn’t I dare? This is Nathan’s first time sitting down for dinner with the Simmons. I merely tolerated you earlier for his sake, but you just pushed your luck and went too far.”
“This is the family residence, and I am still your stepmother!”
Lucinda scoffed.
“Let me ask you, apart from my father, who else in this family has ever accepted you? Don’t tell me you’ve never realized these things before. Why are you always so quick to stick your nose into someone else’s business? Are you that desperate to be acknowledged? Oh, is it because you’re aware just how utterly worthless your life is?”
“You!”
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Florrie was turning red with rage. She whirled around to glare at the young couple.
Graham had his usual cold expression, while his wife struggled with holding back her laughter. They were acting as if this matter was none of their business.
Noticing the direction of Florrie’s gaze, Lucinda sneered and snapped at her.
“What are you looking at? Were you expecting them to back you up? That is my brother, and my sister-in-law! The only reason they’re not handing me a knife to cut you with is the respect they hold toward our father! And I’ll have you know that this is the most that they could do.”
The moment Atticus left, Florrie had lost her only ally, the only person who could stomach
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her presence. She promptly teared up and made a pitiful face.
Unfazed by the older woman’s display, Lucinda grabbed her steak knife, leaned across the table, and pressed the blade against Florrie’s throat.
Florrie’s morose expression was instantly replaced with one of fear.
“Lucinda! Hurt me, and I guarantee that your father will have your head!”
Conscious of the servants outside the dining room, Violeta tried to intercede.
“Lucinda…”
The rest of her words drifted into silence when Graham took her hand, signaling her to leave the two women be.
Violeta settled back in her seat, and the couple watched the show in silence.
Florrie was getting more and more agitated. She could already feel a stinging pain in her neck. She didn’t dare to make a single move.