She only cared about one thing.
Vivian shouldn't have exposed Lucia Prescott's scandals, shouldn't have brought shame to the Prescott Family.
It was utterly absurd.
Now that things had been said to this point, she had no interest in arguing any further, and turned to leave.
The wind blew from the far end of the corridor, lifting a few stray strands of hair at her forehead.
Lynn Shea stood where she was, watching Vivian's departing figure, so angry that her head buzzed.
The bodyguard hurried forward to steady her. "Madam, are you alright?"
His voice trembled with worry as he hovered a hand near her arm.
Lynn waved him away, steadying her breath.
She forced herself to stand tall, her gaze still locked on the direction where Vivian had disappeared.
But the person was long gone, leaving behind only the empty corridor.
She truly couldn't understand—how had the gentle, obedient daughter from before now become a stranger?
