But I was no longer the woman I had been back then.
Even the Hughes family members around us grew restless.
His sister, Emily Hughes, stepped forward first.
“Claire, my brother’s already been generous by not throwing you out. That’s more face than you deserve. What are you pretending for?”
Emily had followed Isabella since childhood, hanging on her every word.
Three years ago, she had made trouble for me more times than I could count.
Now, Emily supported Isabella and sneered.
“Isabella carries the Hughes family’s eldest legitimate heir. He’s precious. And you, with your worthless bones, dare provoke her?”
Hearing this, Isabella’s face brightened with delight.
Back then, Alexander’s branch of the Hughes family had been insignificant.
If not for Alexander’s father working under Ethan, Alexander wouldn’t have even been qualified to attend the banquet.
But now, Emily thought their family could strut proudly through the Hughes estate.
And Isabella believed that once her child was born into the main Hughes line, she would rise to glory.
The other Hughes family members exchanged glances but stayed silent, turning their eyes toward me.
I gave a cold laugh.
“The eldest heir? From her?”