Nicholas stood up from the sofa with Sophie Foster, raising his chin slightly as he glanced at Josephine Hawthorne, adopting a stance that exuded dominance.
With a meaningful tone, he said, "Madam, you keep calling my wife a whore, but don't forget, my wife and your daughter are sisters. If she's a whore, then what about your daughter? Is she nobler?"
"You!" Josephine, flustered by Nicholas's question, raised her chin like a defiant hen, pointing at Sophie with disdain and sneered, "How can this little tramp compare to our Hannah? Our Hannah is the legitimate heiress of the Hargrave Family; she's just an illegitimate child!"
"Josephine!" Henry Hargrave snapped once again, displeased, "Can't you calm down? What's with all this yelling and shouting? Aren't you worried about losing face?"
