"That's old news. Word is, she sleeps with three to five men a day just to keep her company afloat and pay for her mother's treatment!"
The whispers carried both shock and scorn.
I ignored them, scanning the room for my target.
And then—I saw Sophia.
She walked straight toward me, flanked by two women.
Away from Elijah, she no longer bothered to act demure and gentle.
"What? Henry and Elijah weren’t enough for you? You came here looking for your next benefactor?"
I had no interest in arguing with her. The last thing I needed was for Elijah to show up and make things worse.
"Playing mute now?" She sneered. "You abandoned Elijah after his accident just to marry a rich second-generation heir. What right do you have to keep clinging to him? You just wanted to harm him!"
My steps halted.
"Yvonne, you are the most despicable woman I’ve ever met!"
I lifted my gaze—only to lock eyes with Elijah, who had just stepped out of the restroom.
He stood there, watching me like a wolf tracking its prey.
A slow smile curved my lips as I turned to Sophia and answered, "Yes, I am despicable. And yet, Elijah still accepts me without question, doesn’t he?"
For a brief moment, Elijah froze.