At that moment, upon hearing what Abigail just said, James narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned back in his seat. He let out a slow breath and then spoke in a calm but cautious tone.
"Well," James said, folding his arms. "That depends on what you want. If it's something I can give, and if it's worth the risk, then maybe… just maybe. So what exactly do you want?"
His tone was measured, but anyone paying close attention would hear the slight unease behind his words. James wasn't naïve. He had already suspected that Abigail didn't come here out of goodwill. And now, the real reason was about to unfold.
The Abigail's lips curled slowly into a tight, vindictive smile. She stood straighter, her fingers tapping lightly on the arm of her chair as if she was enjoying this moment far too much. "Good," she said, her voice cold and steady. "Since both you and Cora have been married before and you claim that you know something about her you know so many things about her…"
