Lorelai York slapped Seraphina Quinn across the face almost the instant the words left her mouth.
The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the air, shocking all the funeral attendees.
Someone pointed in Seraphina Quinn's direction and started whispering.
"That woman... isn't she that superstar who's been all over the news?"
"I was just wondering why she was holding Fairchild's funeral portrait at his own service. Looks like we've got another juicy, rich-family drama on our hands."
"You didn't know? I heard this Miss Quinn is Master Fairchild's birth mother."
"I also heard Fairchild died because of her."
"Tsk, and she still has the nerve to show her face?"
"When you're fighting for an inheritance, who cares about face? Miss York is pregnant with Fairchild's posthumous child. This Quinn woman must be here to fight for the money. Why else would she come?"
"Then she's just shameless. It's a really ugly look."
