It didn’t take long for Evelyn Wainwright and her family of four to set out for The Wainwright Family’s ancestral estate.
The car ride was suffocatingly silent. Fae Goodwin Wainwright didn’t so much as glance at Adrian Steele, her face set in a permanent scowl.
When they arrived, the grand hall was already packed.
“Look, isn’t that Adrian Steele? The one who went to prison for attempted assault?”
“He’s out already?”
“He brought shame to our family name, and Evelyn still took him in?”
“Well, birds of a feather flock together. No wonder the two of them fit so well.”
Mocking laughter rippled through the room.
“The Matriarch must’ve called this meeting to punish them. Evelyn’s standing was already rock bottom—after this, she’ll rank below the family dog.”
That earned a round of cruel
