At eight in the evening, Merchant Villa was bustling with guests. Irene Merchant, the lady of the house, stood beside her husband, Gordon Merchant, her smile tight as she made some small talk occasionally.
Inside, she was anything but happy. Her daughter was still in a coma, and now Gordon was bringing his mistress' daughter into their home, even registering her under Irene's name. It was enough to make her livid.
However, she knew that without an heir and with her only daughter in such a state, she had to play along to keep the Merchant family from crumbling.
Despite her feelings, she had to pretend to dote on Nina.
"Look! It's Ms. Nina Merchant!"
Nina descended the stairs gracefully, her makeup flawless.
The crowd erupted, cheers and applause surrounding her.
A wealthy lady praise
