“I heard those gynecology experts were flown in from abroad at great expense just for you. After your miscarriage, you were so anxious you couldn’t sleep unless you tried IVF.”
“Tiffany, are you really so restless that smashing vases is the only way you can vent?”
She yawned deliberately, showing the kiss marks covering her chest. “Sorry, no time to chat. Zavier promised he’d make it up to me properly tonight.”
“Tiffany, you really are as filthy as the rumors say. No wonder he despises you.”
I curled my lips in a faint, cold smile. “Is that so? What a pity. Clean people don’t last long in the Morrison family.”
Denver’s face twisted with rage. “Tiffany, I’ll have someone teach her a lesson. Don’t worry, it’ll be thorough.”
I waved my hand lazily as I swung back and forth. “No need. She’s just a little girl.”
“I’ve already prepared a big gift for her.”
If she had any sense, she would have known exactly who she could taunt and who she couldn’t.
If not, I would make sure she learned the hard way. A month went by. Zavier hadn’t once stepped inside the house.
Knowing his obsession with collectibles, I bought a ticket to an auction, curious and amused.