Chapter 44 Being Mrs. Hawthorne Isn't So Bad

Leona arrived. I stood by the door, listening to the bodyguards arguing with her, until I finally stepped forward and opened it myself. When Leona saw me standing inside, she froze in shock. After a long silence, she managed a stiff smile. "Lydia, it's you." "What do you want, Leona?" I said, deliberately using her full name. Her smile faltered, barely holding, yet she still forced a fake laugh. "What are you doing here? Did Dominic make things difficult for you again?" Staring at her hypocritical face, I felt nothing but disgust—and above all, fury. My child's death—she and Dominic Hawthorne were both responsible. Neither would escape. Clearly, she hadn't expected to find me here. I smiled. "Not at all. We're doing perfectly fine. In fact, we dined with Keaton Hawthorne tonight." Even in the dim light, I could see Leona's face turn ashen. She refused to believe it, but I was still in my cocktail dress, heels on my feet, with flawless makeup enhancing my fair, rosy complexion—giving he