Madeline's sobs grew louder. "If saying that makes you feel better, Sophie, then fine, I fell on my own."
Maxwell's expression shifted, but he swallowed whatever he felt and looked at me. "Sophie, I believe you. Since you two can't get along, I'll send her packing."
"What?" Madeline's head snapped up, tears still glistening.
"Don't say another word," Maxwell snapped.
"Go pack your bags."
Madeline froze, then bit her lip, nodding.
"Yes, sir."
Maxwell turned to me, softening.
"Don't waste your energy on her, Sophie. I came home early to take you out for a fancy dinner."
He led me to the closet, picking out a gown and matching jewelry with care. "Get dressed. I'll go deal with her."
His words were ruthless, but the ring's receiver told a different story.
His voice turned tender, so
