Chapter 167 – Cheating father
"Because she sleeps with Lord Cole."
The words hit like thunder.
"What?"
Isolde visibly recoiled, her face falling, eyes wide with utter disbelief.
A tense, coiling silence followed Aissatou's direct and cold words. And for the first time in a while, Isolde felt a cold dread settle over a world gone quiet.
She drew a sharp, unsteady breath, looking at Aissatou whose face was itself rotten with hatred and something Isolde recognised all too well.
Jealousy.
A jealousy so profound it was unsightly to look at on a face so old and worn by time.
It took Isolde a few more breaths to steady herself enough to speak.
"It cannot be." She breathed, eyes fixed hard on Aissatou. "What do you mean my father sleeps with Veronica, his own maid?"
