As she spoke, the woman's voice faltered, and her body tensed.
The man looked a little resigned. He finally shook his head and said, "Are you talking about Hazel Hogan? Don't worry. She called to quit a week ago. She probably heard we were getting married and decided to give up."
At his words, the woman finally relaxed. She hugged his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. "That's good. I really couldn't stand her. She was clinging to you like a lunatic.
She even said she'd be willing to be your mistress or our nanny, as long as she could stay in this house. Is she insane? How could I possibly agree to that! Does that woman not have a brain?"
The woman's voice was quite loud. Not only could Zoe Sawyer hear her, but so could Hazel Hogan, lying hidden in the space above the suspended ceiling.
The man wrapped an arm around his fiancée's shoulders, reassuring her, "Of course I wouldn't agree. Don't worry."
