Joanna's smile froze, the warmth draining from her face.
A flicker of panic darted across her hazel eyes.
What on earth was Chester doing here?!
She whipped around to glare at Celestine, who looked utterly unbothered.
That conniving witch! She must have planned this on purpose!
Joanna clenched her jaw so tightly it hurt, fighting back tears that welled in her eyes.
Elena, who'd followed them outside, practically purred with malicious delight. "Mr. Fordham, isn't it obvious? It's always been her—she's the one hurting your wife! Your whole family's in shambles because of her. She's rotten to the core, and only shows her true colors when you're not around!"
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Elena thought.
She'd always kept up a polite front with Celestine, pretending at friendship, but she'd never miss a chance to kick someone when they were down—especially not Joanna.
Joanna just handed her the perfect opportunity, and for that, she had to thank Celestine.
Compared to Joanna—the queen of playing innocent—Celestine, who relied on empty words, was hardly worth worrying about.
Chester's face darkened at Elena's shrill accusations. "Miss Langley, what business of yours is this?"
Elena blanched, instantly flustered. "Mr. Fordham, please, I didn't mean—"
Chester cut her off with a cold, scornful laugh. "Keep your mouth shut. I don't want to hear another word out of you."
Elena's face went as white as a sheet. She shot a desperate look at Serena.
But Serena only frowned and shook her head, silently telling Elena to drop it.
Elena seethed with frustration but refused to leave. She wanted to see just how Joanna would get out of this mess.
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