One sentence, and the air went dead silent.
Adele, never the sharpest, rushed to explain. “Mr. Morris, you don’t understand. This maid used to be an adopted child in our family. I’m only trying to help, so she doesn’t waste her whole life following her maid mother around. I meant well…”
The older staff woman beside Loyce couldn’t take another word. “What nonsense are you spewing? Ms. Lonsdale is not my daughter!”
Adele’s ingratiating smile froze on her face.
Morris smiled too, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His voice stayed gentle, which somehow made it worse. “Our family finally found the heiress we’ve been searching for, our most precious girl… and you’ve turned her into a maid and a free massage worker?”
That line hit Adele like thunder to the chest. Her legs buckled; she nearly collapsed. “W-What did you say?”
Savannah looked like she’d been struck as well. If Loyce was the Lonsdales’ newly recovered heiress, then her son had almost married into the Lonsdale family. Which meant the Vaughns had been this close to stepping into the very top tier.
Regret flooded Savannah so hard it made her nauseous. In an instant, she understood everything: how that two-billion-dollar development had landed in Keegan’s lap, and how it had been yanked away just as suddenly.
All of it had been Loyce. If they hadn’t pushed to change the engagement, the Vaughns would’ve made it. Savannah’s face tightened in pain.
Quiana, still refusing reality, blurted, “Loyce is some backwater trash. How could she be Lonsdale blood? You’ve got it wrong!”
A sharp voice barked from behind them. “What is all this noise? Do you have no respect for the old gentleman’s afternoon rest?”
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