Joseph's forehead veins bulged as he seethed at Emily's words. "Emily, don't push your luck! Anna is pure and kind. She'd never do something like that. Unlike you, always hanging around with random men. Honestly, I don't know what Grandpa Robinson sees in you."
Joseph even suspected Emily might have slipped his grandfather some sort of drug to make him side with her so blindly.
Emily lowered her head, her eyes reddening as she held back tears. Her voice was steady but icy. "What kind of person am I in your eyes, Joseph? Or maybe it's just that, no matter what I say, Anna's words will always be gospel to you?"
She couldn't wrap her head around it—what kind of man would buy into such lame lies, accusing his ex-wife of sleeping around?
For someone supposedly so sharp in the business world
