Chapter 57

The massive banquet hall fell into brief stillness as everyone's eyes shifted toward the stage. After all, not only had Tristan shown up with his wife tonight, but even Wyatt came along with a date. That was basically a public announcement. Whispers quickly bubbled up. "Wait, why is the second young master of the Reid family in a wheelchair?" "Heard he got that from Mr. Reid himself!" "You're kidding—was it really that bad? He looks weak as hell." "Isn't the woman pushing the wheelchair the second daughter of the Shaw family?" "Second daughter, my foot. She's just a foster kid." "For real? She never said a thing about that." "Well duh! Who'd admit something like that? Being the real heiress sounds so much better." "Talk about playing the long game…" The chatter wasn't loud, but it still pierced through to Molly, whose hands curled tighter in her lap. How could she not feel bitter? If Megan hadn't spilled the beans about her background, she'd still be the glorious heiress of the Shaw fa