Chapter 17

“Mrs... Mrs. Harrington, you... you came back?” Vivian was clearly caught off guard seeing Margaret return. “I left something in the private room, just came back to grab it. What’s going on here?” Margaret glanced at Denise lying on the floor, puzzled. Samantha immediately lowered her head, too nervous to utter a word. Margaret had seen everything—her violent outburst just now—and she was freaking out, scared it might ruin her chances of marrying into the Harrington family. Clinging to Vivian's sleeve, she whispered anxiously, asking what to do. Vivian, being older and way more experienced than Samantha, quickly put on a smile and stepped forward. “Oh Mrs. Harrington, sorry you had to see that. It’s nothing really—our Denise can be a bit difficult. I was scolding her for some poor behavior, and she suddenly started blaming her sister, saying we favored Samantha just because she’s marrying Jason. Then next thing, she tried to hit Samantha! I had no choice but to discipline her a little.