Cora Lowell slowly raised her eyes, giving Lana Lowell a cold glance.
Cora Lowell smirked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"If you're so considerate of the family, why don't you find someone to marry and bring back some resources?"
"Should've said so earlier. Tristan Lowell could have helped you pick a reliable one, much better than just pointing fingers and saying irrelevant things here."
As the topic drifted back to Hayden Croft, Lana Lowell's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling slightly.
She bit her lower lip hard, her nails digging into her palm, but she didn't dare make a sound.
Yvonne Cheney, listening beside her, was fuming with rage. She stood up violently, shouting angrily:
"Cora Lowell! It's not up to you to call the shots in this house! Don't think that after reading a few books and spending a few days in the company, you can start giving orders here!"
Fiona Lynch stopped struggling and didn't retort either.
