His voice was so high-pitched with agitation that the servant, who was about to turn off the player, froze in their tracks.
Words like "hotel" and "confession" made everyone present pity Seth Quinn.
His wife was in love with his own brother. It was highly likely something inappropriate had happened between them. This…
'What man could endure this? How pitiful!'
The recording continued to play. The living room was dead silent as the gossipy crowd held their breath, listening intently.
"…I never expected that scumbag to take advantage of the dark room and start kissing, hugging, and groping her… After he'd had his fun kissing and groping her, he acted like nothing happened. He didn't even give Clara an explanation. If that's not a scumbag, what is?"
The recording cut off, followed by a long stretch of static-filled silence.
Clara Grant froze, as if she'd been struck over the head. She could barely think.
