Fifteen minutes earlier, Frederick had been in the upstairs study talking with his father. Eric followed closely as Frederick made his way downstairs. They were originally heading toward the back garden, but as they passed by the living room, Frederick caught Leah’s voice and stopped.
Eric halted as well.
When he heard Leah’s first retort to Quinlan, his eyes widened in shock. The more he listened, the more surprised he became. He even leaned forward to confirm that it was Leah standing there, actually saying these things.
Leah had always been mild-mannered. She was known throughout Los Angeles as the epitome of an elegant socialite, and her defining trait was her gentle nature.
She never got angry.
She never argued.
She was like a soft cotton ball, showing no emotions. Even if
