Their gazes shifted to the direction of where Celia pointed, and in the middle of the gathering, Jacob stood, silent, staring as all the family members looked at him.
“That's him. That poor man should be the heir. For goodness’ sake, what did Richard do to deserve to be the heir? I can't believe this is going for a boy who was abandoned and thrown in the trash by his parents…”
Swoosh!
A loud slap echoed in the mansion, and a loud gasp chorused in the house. Mrs. Avery, palming Celia in the face, glared at her with intense eyes.
“Say what you want, Celia, but don't you dare say that my son is an abandoned child!” She said, with anger lit up in her eyes. The servants of the household gasped as they watched the scene unfold before them, and Celia glared at Mrs. Avery.
“Isn’t that right
