"No, no, no, the person I want to be friends with is the future Mrs. Brown, not you, Miss Evans. My husband has made it very clear that even if he cooperates with your husband, it'll has nothing to do with you. Have you two got married? Do you have an engagement ring? Do you have any proof? How do I know you're not faking it?"
Lydia was consumed with anger. How could anybody fake something like this?
Who would dare impersonate his fiance risking her life?
It struck Lydia that Yvonne was being unreasonable, but she still restrained herself.
"We'll get married soon enough. I've long since heard that Mrs. Leinster is quite forgiving and values her friends very much. It seems they're telling the truth."
"Who the hell started the rumor about me being forgiving?" Yvonne began to put on an act. "You really think I'm a pushover?
