"There is no need to argue the matter, mother-in-law. It has already been done."
The revelation struck the room further in shock.
The Marquess, her face draining of all color, immediately whirled around to look down at Vincent. Her son remained collapsed on his knees, his entire body shaking, unable to lift his head and face his mother, or anyone else.
"Thankfully, from now on, every woman in this kingdom will be relieved to know that should they have the misfortune of stumbling upon Vincent Ashcroft, my apologies, just plain Vincent now, they will be safe from his vile advances," I said, chuckling.
Vincent's trembling worsened, and he immediately broke down into wretched weeping. Hot tears streamed down his pale face, splashing against the porcelain tiles.
"At the very least, your son draws breath, Marquess Ashcroft. I should think you would be rejoicing," I said, looking down at her.
