Miles said nothing, his expression as emotionless as ever. He wasn't even gripping tightly, yet she couldn't break free.
Molly laughed in frustration. "Your parents are smart—they'll see right through us. Just give me the brooch, and I'll help you get through this with them."
Miles studied her, his gaze heavy. He didn't believe she'd actually go through with the divorce.
He stayed silent. Molly took that as agreement.
After all, he'd proposed to someone yesterday. How could he bear to keep his precious darling hidden away any longer?
Since she couldn't shake him off, she let him hold her hand.
When they entered the living room, Mrs. Vance looked pleased to see them hand in hand. Then something crossed her mind, and she shot her son a look, her tone sharp. "Get upstairs. Your father's waiting."
She immediately turned warm again, pulling Molly aside to talk.
"Molly, what happened online—he was completely out of line. I owe you an apology." Mrs. Vance spoke with genuine concern.
Everyone in the Vance family treated her well. Everyone except her husband.
"I know you've been wronged. Tell me what you want, and I'll make that bastard pay!"