Chapter 838

"Is spreading rumors this easy now? You really think you can just show up here talking nonsense and I won't call the cops on you?" Julian's voice was low and cold, the kind that made your skin prickle. He'd long known the baby wasn't his. But he never grilled Hannah Grant about it—she only said it wasn't Joseph Hardy's. Julian might not like Joseph, but he could at least admit the guy had integrity. If the baby really was his, he'd have stepped up. "Why won't you just believe me?" Millicent sniffled, her eyes getting watery. "Can we go talk somewhere else? I'm only doing this for you." "Have you no shame? Always clinging to someone's husband—don't you find yourself pathetic?" Hannah's voice cut through the yard. No one noticed when she woke, but her temper flared, likely thanks to hormonal swings. She stormed out, grabbed the garden hose, and sprayed Millicent without mercy. "You're not welcome here. Don't bother showing up again. I quit running the inn, but I'm never handing it over t