Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Rosalie mused, ‘Claudia really is something else. After Julian humiliated her and Helena like that, she can still hold her tongue. Maybe mistresses just have an extraordinary tolerance for swallowing their pride!
Edward was furious, but after spending over a decade pretending to be the perfect son–in–law, he had honed the skill of reading the room. He knew exactly when to push and when to back down.
With Julian here, Edward couldn’t lay a finger on Rosalie, no matter how much he wanted to. He had no choice but to cut his losses.
But that didn’t stop him from putting on his fatherly airs, using his status to lecture her. “Helena is generous enough not to hold today’s incident against you.
“As her big sister, you’d better not overstep your bounds. You’re already married. Don’t bring shame to our family and let people think we lack manners.”
Rosalie cast him a sideways glance, his self–righteous stance barely worth her attention. With a light scoff, she ignored his words entirely and instead turned to Julian, who had been sitting beside her and silently backing her up all evening.
Tilting her head slightly, she asked, “Do you think my family lacks proper manners?”
It was the first time since Julian had stepped foot into Graham Villa that Rosalie had spoken to him voluntarily.
Strangely enough, those few simple words seemed to sweep away the suffocating tension that had been weighing on Julian’s chest for days. He answered without hesitation, his voice steady, “No.”
Satisfied, Rosalie shifted her gaze back to Edward, a smirk playing at her lips. “Did you hear that? He doesn’t think so.”
Edward was at a complete loss for words.
Claudia and Helena were just as infuriated, their minds buzzing with resentment.
They both thought, ‘Is this bitch deliberately trying to provoke us? Has Julian lost his mind? How can he keep standing up for this worthless tramp so stubbornly, refusing to see her for the snake she really is?‘
But Rosalie had no interest in deciphering what the three of them were thinking. She didn’t quite understand why Julian had suddenly decided to stand firmly on her side tonight, but if he wanted to be useful, she certainly wasn’t going to stop him.
Julian, with his sharp wit and unyielding support, was like a finely honed blade–deadly and precise, capable of cutting deep and leaving wounds that festered long after.
With that, Rosalie rose from the sofa, her movements elegant yet unmistakably dominant. Without sparing another glance at the others, she turned to one of the maids, Hollie Hart, and said casually, “I’m hungry, Hollie. Serve dinner.”
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Chapter 35
