Chapter 4 - Eleanor Struggles To Recover Her Aristocratic Composure Instantly
Eleanor swallowed hard, forcing her posture to straighten despite the humiliating tremor in her knees.
She smoothed the lapels of her crimson red evening suit with an unsteady, claw-like hand.
“You are out of your mind, Daniel; this exhausted nobody has completely poisoned your judgment,” Eleanor sneered.
Her voice shook slightly, betraying the deep panic she desperately tried to conceal beneath layers of arrogance.
“Look at her! She is wearing faded clothes and dragging our family name through the gutter!” Eleanor shouted.
Daniel stepped forward aggressively, his athletic frame blocking Eleanor's view of his wife and child.
“Do not speak her name ever again, or you will find out just how complete my betrayal can be,” Daniel warned.
The guests cringed collectively at the raw, unfiltered hostility unfolding in the middle of the formal dinner party.
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Eleanor's lower lip trembled as she realized her absolute control over her only son was officially gone.
The air in the grand dining room felt thin, sharp, and biting like winter frost in New England.
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