Delphine's whole body was cold, her fingertips clenched as she listened to Melody's voice, both mocking and sympathetic: "The fact that you're not Beatrice's biological child, consider it a free gift from me. At Bessie's wedding tomorrow, let's make a deal. Once it's done, I'll tell you about your biological father. Think it over carefully."
After speaking, Melody confidently took a seat under the wisteria trellis, her gaze drifting over the nearby swing, the wrought-iron tea table for everyday tea rituals, and the floral pumpkin-shaped sofa chair. It was clear what a leisurely life Delphine usually led at the Leclair residence.
The patriarch was often away from home, and most matters were decided by Ignatius. Ignatius was far too indulgent with her. A flash of envy flickered in Melody's eyes; as she thought about the weakness of Delphine she now held in her hands, her heart eased knowing that after tomorrow, this woman would no longer pose a threat.
