Daphne jumped back in shock.
Her mom had always been the picture of elegance and grace, super strict about appearances—so how the hell did she end up looking this terrifying?
“You actually kept that necklace?” Richard’s expression shifted instantly, and he slammed his chopsticks onto the table with a sharp “clack!”
Margaret’s face darkened. She stood still for a few seconds before slowly sitting back down.
“Daphne, go shut the front door,” she said, glancing in that direction.
Luckily, Margaret hated having others around while eating, so the living room was empty. Still, this wasn’t something she wanted even the walls to overhear.
“Oh, okay!” Daphne ran off and closed the door tightly.
After she got back, Margaret’s voice went cold. “From now on, don’t you dare breat
