"How could she be so shameless??" Charlotte slammed her palm against the table, not hard but enough to make a sharp noise, her face turning red with anger.
"Did she forget that it was we, the Scotts, who raised her?"
Maria flinched at the outburst.
Meanwhile, Clara's expression only turned more solemn. She glanced discreetly at Maria, silently asking for her to leave.
Maria had no intention of lingering anyway. So, receiving her instruction, she gave a quick nod before quietly excusing herself.
Once she left, Clara turned back to Charlotte and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Mom, don't question Adelyn's decision like this. She might have had her reasons."
"Reasons??" Charlotte scoffed, her expression full of disbelief. "What possible reason could justify sleeping around?"
She didn't want to believe it.
Yet ...
She couldn't wholeheartedly dismiss it either.
After all, Adelyn was no longer the same girl she had once known.
She could barely recognize her anymore.
