Chapter 147

"Hah! Like I wouldn't want to protect us, but how can I? We're no match for the Miller family! You're the ones stirring up trouble all the time—now clean up your own mess!" Martha's voice was cold and sharp. She clearly intended to push David under the bus. "Fine. Then leave it to me. I'll settle it. I swear the Millers won't touch the Howards, and David won't need to apologize. Happy now?" Anna sneered, her tone dripping sarcasm. "Wow, Clara, don't tell me you're thinking of running to Nicholas for help? Makes sense though—he's your fiancé. A word from you and he'd probably back you up." Clara shot her a glare sharp enough to cut. "Who I ask for help is none of your business. Zip it." "You—" "What, you think you can fix this? Besides sitting back, fanning the flames, and waiting to watch the show, what else can you do?" "I..." Anna was seething, but there was just no winning against Clara. Stomping her foot in frustration, she turned away. Martha glanced at Sean with disapproval. "You