Chelsea's inner anxiety grew, but she tried her best to maintain a calm expression. "Celia would never engage in such behavior," she asserted.
Lydia sneered in response. "Oh, come on. She's just a bastard. If she wants to live a high-society life, she must be ready to sacrifice herself, right? It's only human nature. Let's see which man she's involved with this time."
Chelsea shot Lydia a piercing glare, anger evident in her eyes.
Lydia, taken aback by Chelsea's reaction, sneered further. "Well, it's the truth. I didn't say anything wrong."
Chelsea took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. With steady determination, she inserted the key into the lock and turned it slowly.
The door began to open, and the sounds of hidden privacy faded. The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward
